Best of best

Clock on the wall ticking louder than the vault door,
Heavy is the head, pacing circles on the glass floor.
Used to want the shine, now I’m blinded by the friction,
Turning every profit into another dark conviction.
Keep the perimeter tight, eyes peeled for the ghost in the machine,
Navigating shadows of the gold-plated scene.
No handshakes, only iron-clad clauses,
Counting the scars during the silence of the pauses.
Is a hit, best of best only,
Stand at the top, never lonely.
(Yeah, we up now)
(Never lonely at the top)
Is a hit, best of best only,
Stand at the top, never lonely.
They see the crown but they don’t see the heavy freight,
Dealing with the vultures waiting for a plate.
Building up the temple just to watch ’em try to crack the stone,
Better keep a circle solid when you’re standing on the throne.
Streetlights flickering like dreams on the boulevard,
Played a winning hand but the dealer’s still a wildcard.
Legacy etched in the pavement, not the digital,
Staying at the apex, strictly non-negotiable.
Yeah. Best of best.
Top floor view.
Never lonely up here.
We stay grindin’.
Concrete top floor.