Intro (4notm)

I got all this shit in my bag
I gotta ask
Y'all really think y'all the ones that make me mad
No its not you
To be honest it's the lack of you that you really have
I been
Tryna hold back
Tried not to spazz
But they got me in my Moon
It's time to blast
I'm better than these rap fools that y'all jack
I give extra bars
Like my songs hacked
This phone cracks
With every word that I add
They all feeling like they the one
But they sad
Them tears is fake
Ya face tats
Don't make you gang gang
Or mean you blast caps
So don't cap
I'll wash you niggas up
This the L mat
Yea They felt that
Elevated ones where it starts at
Elevated ones where it starts at
And where it ends at
And where it ends at
I can't pretend that
These niggas in my lane

Yea I'm done
Yea I'm done
Yea I'm done
Yea I'm done
Yea I'm done done
With the games
Yea I'm done
Yea I'm done
Yea I'm done
You better run run
You niggas done
Done
Done
Done
Done
You better run run
And all you niggas is dead

Elevated



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Christopher Brown
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