Alright, come on
Oh
Come on
I know I sound a little different on the radio,
But don't be mad, I'm just doin' what they pay me for.
I find myself constantly thinkin' "what they hatin' for?" but I know
It's 'cause I made it to the top and,
I ain't never stoppin', can't nobody bring me down
Need a fire from a flame, now watch me change the Game,
This gon' be how they cool me down
Ooh
I'm burnin' up, when you hear me on the radio, gonna turn it up
It's the ulti-imitated, but never duplicated
Wonderin' why these niggas hatin', but it's probably 'cause I made it
And the top is such a lonely place,
Like everywhere that I go I can't help but to see a phony face,
'cause the same ones doubt me,
When it comes bout me, get the fuck around me now
Roscoe Dash goin' straight to the top,
'cause I'm so turned up and I can't turn down I swear its
It's all I know, I grind hard, and I know it shows,
But it's all I know
Come on
I know I sound a little different on the radio,
But don't be mad, I'm just doin' what they pay me for.
I find myself constantly thinkin' "what they hatin for?" but I know
It's 'cause I made it to the top and,
I ain't never stoppin', can't nobody bring me down
Need a fire from a flame, now watch me change the Game,
This gonna be how they cool me down

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Writer(s): DARION T. CRAWFORD, GREG STREET, PHALON ANTON ALEXANDER, SHAWN T. JOHNSON, THOMAS DECARLO BURTON