Lonely At The Top - Berner, Rod Wave

On and off the plane in the United States

Running off the road, everyday’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

Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em

Two hours of sleep before this six-hour journey

Sent a prayer for my pops, I hope the man up top heard me

Went from coke in my derby to a little under 30

Meal after taxes, I’m liquid, you’re still thirsty

Crabs in a bucket, my bag is the toughest

Everything original except the stash of my cutlass

Old school cars just a way to wash money

Trust, some most friends lost from me

They stab you in the back and then they ask for a favor

31 flavors and a new food saving

Fucking shark in the water, I move like a killer whale

You ever had a quarter ticket lost in a meal?

Billion dollar place but the streets still call me

How you stay low-key spotlight like God

You 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

The underground legend, you can add it 15

Rappers running out of cake, I have weighted 16

That means the dubs smell funny

There’s mold from the hoes dug

Fuck a plaque, all I wanted was a whole one

Me and Coz' run circles 'round parks

I changed the game three times, I brought the purple shit back

I’ma name my own hologram

I’m tryna live forever, not being 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 hoes in my backyard

On and off the plane in the United States

Running off the road, everyday’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

Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em

Six joint got my vision all blurry

This one is for the two-faced snakes that I see

They look in my eyes, then turn around and burn me

Money ain’t — when you living in a hurry

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 meals and forgot how the love feel

You tryna wife her up, I made that bitch a drug meal

I pump feel, real gasoline

I dropped a hundred off, and kept the others in the BM

I’m glad to be, sitting where I’m sitting

Gas on my -, but they all act vision

I bounce back like I’m fresh out of prison

Another meal cash, I’m in my backyard digging

On and off the plane in the United States

Running off the road, everyday’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

Told me to get 'em, I got 'em, no worry, I got 'em

And this one’s for the suckers

You know we hold on to grudges

I’m balling, falling in your way over budget (brr)

Right when you think I forgot

That’s why I was sitting back

Ready to plot, your boy got shot