[Chorus]
We made it to the top floor, to the clouds
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
How we built this shit from the ground
To the top floor, to the clouds, to the penthouse
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
[Verse 1]
When we was dreaming of the project steps
Mama know I’m home, but told the feds that I just left
This for the real ones that don’t hate when niggas on they flex
They just stay patient, Inshallah that shit come my way next
I was tryna turn that Pyrex to a private jet
My money machine still don’t get no rest
I’m the illest nigga, word to God
Up under this money tree like finally it’s autumn
Four hundred thousand buried in the yard
Just in case I got that cushion it’ll break my fall
When that race start, nigga, don’t you stall
Ain’t some trill ones running with you so you can pass baton if you get tired?
Snitch nigga had me feel like Kanye talking through his wire
Snitch nigga had me in my motherfucking feelings
Cuzo was Blood in Texas, put me on to UGK
Off that smin-oke, way before we whipped coke
Way before we stumbled on that plug, shout out to big bro
He taught me how to put these words together then I went pro
First-round draft pick straight out the kitchen, nigga
Straight off that stove, straight out that pot, straight off the digi’, nigga
I got God tatted on my face
So when you see me, you see that
Bitch, you can’t separate me from the next dimension
This underworld redemption
This I don’t play them comment games, get shot over a mention
Is you trippin'?
Maserati dippin'
Bust down Rollie drippin' out the trenches
Got it jumpin' on the first from fourth and inches
I was on a mission, in the kitchen chasin' riches
I did it and you didn’t, that’s the difference
We made it to the top floor, to the clouds
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
How we built this shit from the ground
To the top floor, to the clouds, to the penthouse
Still smelling like a brick right now
Still smelling like a brick right now
[Verse 1]
When we was dreaming of the project steps
Mama know I’m home, but told the feds that I just left
This for the real ones that don’t hate when niggas on they flex
They just stay patient, Inshallah that shit come my way next
I was tryna turn that Pyrex to a private jet
My money machine still don’t get no rest
I’m the illest nigga, word to God
Up under this money tree like finally it’s autumn
Four hundred thousand buried in the yard
Just in case I got that cushion it’ll break my fall
When that race start, nigga, don’t you stall
Ain’t some trill ones running with you so you can pass baton if you get tired?
Snitch nigga had me feel like Kanye talking through his wire
Snitch nigga had me in my motherfucking feelings
Cuzo was Blood in Texas, put me on to UGK
Off that smin-oke, way before we whipped coke
Way before we stumbled on that plug, shout out to big bro
He taught me how to put these words together then I went pro
First-round draft pick straight out the kitchen, nigga
Straight off that stove, straight out that pot, straight off the digi’, nigga
I got God tatted on my face
So when you see me, you see that
Bitch, you can’t separate me from the next dimension
This underworld redemption
This I don’t play them comment games, get shot over a mention
Is you trippin'?
Maserati dippin'
Bust down Rollie drippin' out the trenches
Got it jumpin' on the first from fourth and inches
I was on a mission, in the kitchen chasin' riches
I did it and you didn’t, that’s the difference
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