Top of the Line Rittz

[Intro]
Raised in the home of the brave, and begun
Pavin' the way, was embraced by the slum
Labeled as strange, but his name will become
Top of the Line, yeah

[Verse 1]
I suppose that your eyes were closed the whole time
I've been on the rise for almost five years
But most of my peers they hope I nose dived
Like an aircraft that crashed
They congrats you, dap you
When your back is turned they throw knives
I ain't handicapped or slow or no average Joe
I see past the smokin' strobelight
Put me up against your favourite rapper
You sayin' snap and harder than me, close but no dice
The difference be in my consistency and I don't need MC's to ghost write
Who you know that pitch that always throws strikes
Everytime I get the ball across the goal line
I done made it off the bottom on the slow climb
If you talking to my dogs they all gon' cosign
And I'm sitting on a gold mine (Gold Mine!)
Songs I write are from the heart it ain't meant for the closed mind (Closed Mind!)
This more than bars they're metaphors, it's a cure for the soul, I, (Soul, I!)
Seal with the end of your rope and now I'm right here, closing by
Third time's a charm, I already let them know, twice