Berner ft. Rod Wave - Lonely At The Top Lyrics

(Gotti)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

On and off the plane, in and out of state
Running off the road, every day's a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
You told me to get 'em, I got 'em
Don't worry, I got 'em

Two hours of sleep before this six-hour journey
Said a prayer for my pops, I hope the man up top heard me
Went from coke in my derby to a little under thirty
Mil' after taxes, I'm liquid, you're still thirsty
Crabs in a bucket, my bag is the toughest
Everything original except the stash in my Cutlass
Old school cars just a way to wash money
Trust, somethin' most friends lost from me
They stab you in the back and then they ask for a favor
Thirty-one flavors in that new food saver
Fuck a shark in the water, I move like a killer whale
You ever had a quarter ticket lost in the mail?
Billion dollar plays but the streets still call me
How you stay low-key? Spotlight like Gotti
I bought a crib for the work that got me into real estate
I'm smoking 'til my lungs hurt, I'm trying not to feel the pain
A underground legend, you can have the fifteen
Rappers running out of cake, I have waited sixteen
That means the dubs smell funny, there's mold from the holes dug
Fuck a plaque, all I wanted was a whole one
Me and Coz' run circles 'round cats
I changed the game three times, I brought that purple shit back
I'ma need my own hologram
I'm tryna live forever, not be a moment in underground
Yay area, this one's for the city
From the score to BK, young king stay busy
Fuck a brown bag, it feel good to have a black card
I'm sick of digging holes in my backyard

On and off the plane, in and out of state
Running off the road, every day's a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
You told me to get 'em, I got 'em
Don't worry, I got 'em

Six grand joint got my vision all blurry
This one's for the two-faced snakes that are thirsty
They look me in my eyes, then turn around and burn me
Money ain't shit when you're living in a hurry (in a rush)
Welcome to the rat race, king of the flat rate
The overnight blaze probably paid for the Batcave
I lost a hundred grand, didn't care, yeah, I'm that paid
To get a little clout when they come around and act strange
We touched mil's and forgot how the love feel (how it feel)
You try to wife her up, I made that bitch a drug mule
I pump fuel, real gasoline (yeah)
Dropped a hundred off, and kept the overs, 'bout a half a P
I'm glad to be, sitting where I'm sitting
Cats on my dick, but they all act vision
I bounce back like I'm fresh out of prison
Another mil' cash, I'm in my backyard digging

On and off the plane, in and out of state
Running off the road, every day's a paper chase
Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
You told me to get 'em, I got 'em
Don't worry, I got 'em (yeah)

And this one's for the suckers
You know we hold on to grudges
I'm balling, balling and you way over budget, Bern
Right when you think I forgot
That's why I was sitting back
Ready to plot, your boy got shot