Kid Cudi - To Da Top lyrics

If I go back to Cleveland with nada
I'mma have one disappointed mama, no!
I'mma have one disappointed fam
I'mma feel bad
That I can't provide for my fam
I can't help how my mom process
Mr hutch told a nigga "young
Learn to be the best"
And if I can't do that mayne
What the fuck I'm living for?
I got a pack of Newports
And a super bad whore
I step out and I drink a lot of Hennessey
Battle in my sleep with the
Demons tryna ruin me
A bunch of discouraging words
Saying that fame wasn't meant for me
Take it back to Cleveland, you heard?
I can't stop them from speaking
Their visions are intense
Got me laid out leaking
Y'all don't know the half
Kid cudi got issues mentally
That I scribble down fast, like
I won't fold, I can't fold
I won't fold dogg, I can't fold
Is what I say to myself over and over
Cruising through the city in
My black Range Rover

Heard em' whispering
I heard them talking now
Now that I'm bubblin'
Thought I forgot how you
Tryna take me off my grind
Yup, yup, they tryna take me off my grind
But it's my time, boy
We going straight to the top
Watch me live, my nigga

When you making moves, everybody pounding you
But when you down and out
Niggas won't acknowledge you
Sick to the stomach when
I think about losing, but i like this music
So this the life that I'm choosing
I had to find out who the real Scott was
Meditated with the wolves
All focused to get my hunger back
So alone, just me and an instrumental
They say my music ain't normal
Must be something up with my mental
I don't spit about guns and drugs
Well dumb fuck I don't know
About guns and drugs
I spit what I know, and you should too!
But you won't, we all know
You wanna jock the next dude
And you follow the next man
Well I was born to be a leader so
You know that I'mma follow my heart fam
And I'mma roll with what my nigga Manny said
"Keep your individuality because
That's what's gonna get you bread"

I ain't tryna make hit's for the club no more
I'm just tryna make hit's for
My niggas at war
Day to day in the White Man's World
Getting head from the white man's girl
That's me when I'm stressed
Having dreams of a dark-skinned
Chick with big breasts
While I'm thinking of steps to be king
Just like in chess kid Cudi won't rest
That's when I'm at my best
Flow's good? I see the rest mayne
A lot of cats tryna make
It happen through the music
Truest thing about it is not
Everyone can do this
Gotta spit it different from
Another nigga living if I ain't, I'm slippin
And I'm never getting up
With that in your head, dogg
I'm never giving up
Looking up at the ceiling, chillin at my wake
These lames gotta hate
See the lyrical wizardry
Airing out my dirty laundry
For these niggas that?