[Intro] (Beat fades in—heavy bass rumble, synthesizer creates a dark melody) (Ad-libs: Yeah... Uh... Turn the mic up a little bit... Check... Let’s go!) [Chorus / Hook] I turned the ceiling to the floor (Yeah!) I ain't knockin’, I just kicked inside the door (Boom!) They was sleepin’, now they askin’ me for more Count it up, count it up, check the score. I said, I turned the ceiling to the floor (To the floor!) Everything I wanted, yeah, I took it from the store Heavy is the crown, but I never getting sore Top tier, top floor, hear the roar. [Verse 1] Used to look at skylines, wishing I was up there Now I’m looking down, breathing in that upper air Remember empty pockets? Yeah, that felt like a nightmare Now the table’s set, pull a seat, grab a high chair. I was working overtime, plotting on the weekend While they were out partying, I was in the deep end Silence was the loudest sound before the money speakin’ Now the dam is breaking and the faucet got a leak in. Zero to a hundred, yeah, I press it like a button Used to be a nobody, treated like a nothing Now I walk inside the room and everybody bluffin’ Turn a little idea into something all of a sudden. [Chorus / Hook] I turned the ceiling to the floor (Yeah!) I ain't knockin’, I just kicked inside the door (Open up!) They was sleepin’, now they askin’ me for more Count it up, count it up, check the score. I said, I turned the ceiling to the floor (To the floor!) Everything I wanted, yeah, I took it from the store Heavy is the crown, but I never getting sore Top tier, top floor, hear the roar. [Verse 2] (Flow switches—faster, triplet pattern) Look at the wrist (Ice), look at the list (Check) I took a shot and I promise I never missed (Swish) They want the recipe, they want the twist But they cannot handle the grind to exist. I’m in the Matrix, I’m dodging the code I took the gravel and paved up a road Carrying weight, yeah, I carry the load Look at the stats, I’m about to explode. No rear view, I don’t look back at the past tense Making dollars, y’all are barely making five cents Building up an empire, building up a defense If it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense. [Bridge] (Beat strips back—drums drop out, atmospheric pads only) They told me to wait my turn. I told them I got bridges to burn. Watch the ashes fall... Watch me standing tall... (Drums build up rapidly—snare roll!) DROP IT! [Chorus / Hook] I turned the ceiling to the floor (Let's go!) I ain't knockin’, I just kicked inside the door (Boom!) They was sleepin’, now they askin’ me for more Count it up, count it up, check the score. I said, I turned the ceiling to the floor (To the floor!) Everything I wanted, yeah, I took it from the store Heavy is the crown, but I never getting sore Top tier, top floor, hear the roar. [Outro] Top floor... Yeah... From the basement to the penthouse... We don't stop. (Fade out with bass resonance) Ceiling to the floor...
