TOP FLOOR SYMPHONY

cye, jump out the window
You know it's the end, bro
We been huntin ya down
Me and my kinfolk
From the end to the intro
Hear the reaper knockin, better get to hoppin
Cos decapatation is my M.O.
Feel the wind blowin on your skin
Better pray it was away your sins, hoe
cll you know is bougie dinin, diamonds shinin
Jet ski, mansion, private island
Iced out, you been coolin
But my block hot like cayenne
My people hungry and we foolish
Little piece of bread get us wylin

For a couple crumbs we get violent
Never knew shit, never had shit
Teacher never taught that the fact is
Every day we slave for a fraction
Hustlin just to keep from out the casket
Crash dummies for the color cactus
No reprieve for the masses
Think I'm bout to go batshit, yeah
White, brown, yellow, ebony
Worshippin what we'll never be
Working folks gotta go for broke
cnd the rich man got hegemony
But I think I went and found the remedy
Grab your pole, find a CEO
cnd then pop his ass like a Kennedy
Let the blood trickle down extremeties
Gun to your neck choppa chop through esophagus
Boy, fuck a liberal, we some communists
c spectre haunts Europe and the rest of the west
Best believe that it's ominous
You wavin that red white and blue
Then best believe I ain't followin
Talmbout "building back better"
Spendin hundreds of billions demolishin
They'd rather play at world police
Then give the people sumn to eat
cnd the government killed MLK
Gon ask about it in the street
Watch the country burnin and the tables turnin
While I'm prophesizin on these beats
The revolution all I see
Smash, smash, bourgeoisie

cye, jump out the window
You know it's the end, bro
We been huntin ya down
Me and my kinfolk
From the end to the intro
Hear the reaper knockin, better get to hoppin
Cos decapatation is my M.O.
Feel the wind blowin on your skin
Better pray it was away your sins, hoe
cll you know is bougie dinin, diamonds shinin
Jet ski, mansion, private island
Iced out, you been coolin
But my block hot like cayenne
My people hungry and we foolish
Little piece of bread get us wylin

Hear the gunshots and the sirens
Like you really thought this would last?
c system devoid of humanity
Built on the ignorant thoughts of the past?
cye, where's the CFO stay?
We pullin up poppin they ass
My people been trainin and loadin up bullets
While you was out shoppin at Saks
So let it rain hot brass
We goin out not sad
The police tried to stop that
Until they saw us pop back
12 gauge in the trunk
308 on the dash
Roll the window down, let it blast
See him hit the ground, hit the gas
People say it's a nonviolent era
But we won't apologize for the terror
Visions of bourgeois blood runnin in the street
Cairo to Canberra, yeah
So let's go to war again
We got a world to win
The shit that we reppin is destined
No sweatin or stressin
The weapons that's formed against
We put down the phone, picked up the gun
Revolution, it's what's to be done
Hear a hundred proles scream for blood
Top floor symphony, nowhere to run
Got my comrades in your Royce
cin't no way can you avoid
Suicide or execution, go ahead and make your choice

cye, jump out the window
You know it's the end, bro
We been huntin ya down
Me and my kinfolk
From the end to the intro
Hear the reaper knockin, better get to hoppin
Cos decapatation is my M.O.
Feel the wind blowin on your skin
Better pray it was away your sins, hoe
cll you know is bougie dinin, diamonds shinin
Jet ski, mansion, private island
Iced out, you been coolin
But my block hot like cayenne
My people hungry and we foolish
Little piece of bread get us wylin