Pinnacle

God damn I am the pinnacle, never knew what my pen could do

You got me in lab jotting lines, as I speak the truth

Here's my bottom line to my rhyme when I'm in the booth

If the bottle's mine, imma sip it till it's empty dude

I might need an upper if imma make it till supper

And if my flow the coldest then why can't I be like usher

With all the girls screaming dancing my way up to the red carpet

Grammy winning, record labels chasing me like why guy

I ain't nothing special I'm just trying to reach my high life

You ain't on my level, keep on chasing now I'm die guy

You ain't got the juice or the knowledge to make the move

So just sit back and take notes and watch just what I do