الأغاني:
Die Young Lonely At The Top

stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert

mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come from the father I'm lonely, hold me

want all these snapped in it's back in the day Like a tall tee tag I need that whip clean G What's the weather gon be? Drop top, no drips on this upholstery

I (and I) won't stop till my grand kids' grand kids sittin on dollars And I ain't even a father, nigga Call me your majesty, (talk to em) I'm young black

knew he was broke They say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more You got that big fame homie, and you just changed homie You can ask big homie, man the top sure lonely I ain't lyin?, so lonely

I Sit Here Lonely For Days Everyday At My Window My Living Room Window Thinkin bout U I Watch The Kids As They Play What Happened 2 The Nitendo Where

greed. Chorus It's like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under, I keep from going under x2 Random deaths on the block, young

You're on top of the world You're on top of the world And you can't get any higher You're on top of the world You're on top of the world tonight It wasn

saying All my balling homeboys Ya know what I' saying Up in the hills (ghetto memories) Riding Ferraris, Rolls Royces You know, doing good It's lonely at the top