Elevate
(Damn boy who taught you how to cook like this)
Uh (The cooking class)
First day out, first day out
Fresher than a motherfucker too
(Josh you cooked that)
Yea yea bandaids on me
Them bitches on me too boy
Hell you talking bout hell you talking bout
I never thought that you'll sell out mama
Got pregnant by a nigga now you scared to answer the jail house number
Can't even lie, that shit hurt like hell I promise
I threw away the pics and the letters I got at the jail house from ya
Yea yea (Through that shit away)
Got me venting to my cell mates cause I'm down (I'm down)
Without a tear rolling down my face they see I'm crying (I'm crying)
Trying to hold my shit together like gorilla glue
But I keep falling apart so I'm done trying (Shit I'm through)
When I get home I'ma get my shit together yea yea
Can't be thinking with my dick forever yea
Trying to fuck these hoes that ain't gone be here if I need em
Matter fact if a bitch ain't got no bread ain't trying to meet em
Bitch I'm straight
To my so called homeboy
Couldn't even send a nigga ten dollars know you wrong boy
When i see you in the streets
I'ma chunk that deuce then I'ma be gone boy (Skrt skrrrt)
I can smoke these backwoods on my own boy
You uh, only fuck with me when I be on boy
Bad for me talking bad to the bone boy
See front to back I stay the same like a palindrome boy
I'm grown as fuck so when you talking to me watch your tone boy
See in my life I done made a lotta mistakes
Like hanging round you anacondas yea you big snakes
Like a poker hand boy I'm big straight
Won't put your name on my album or my mixtape
Being locked up done taught me so many lessons
Being locked up I took it as a blessing
I coulda been dead from one of them jealous niggas killing me
But I'm gaining weight, skin glowing jail healing me
Yea I deal with the cards that I was dealt with yea
Everybody who showed they hand you know they dealt with
Heart beating faster than Usain Bolt you shoulda felt it
Now I'm doing fine when I get home I'ma have the welches
Ima have the juice yea yea
They call me Q yea yea
Flow got the flu
I climbed the hill no dru yea yea
I always knew that I was gone be rich when i was broke
I spoke this shit in existence I knew that I was dope
My bitch left me when I wanted it to work
And she want it to work now and I don't want it to work no more no no
Uh (The cooking class)
First day out, first day out
Fresher than a motherfucker too
(Josh you cooked that)
Yea yea bandaids on me
Them bitches on me too boy
Hell you talking bout hell you talking bout
I never thought that you'll sell out mama
Got pregnant by a nigga now you scared to answer the jail house number
Can't even lie, that shit hurt like hell I promise
I threw away the pics and the letters I got at the jail house from ya
Yea yea (Through that shit away)
Got me venting to my cell mates cause I'm down (I'm down)
Without a tear rolling down my face they see I'm crying (I'm crying)
Trying to hold my shit together like gorilla glue
But I keep falling apart so I'm done trying (Shit I'm through)
When I get home I'ma get my shit together yea yea
Can't be thinking with my dick forever yea
Trying to fuck these hoes that ain't gone be here if I need em
Matter fact if a bitch ain't got no bread ain't trying to meet em
Bitch I'm straight
To my so called homeboy
Couldn't even send a nigga ten dollars know you wrong boy
When i see you in the streets
I'ma chunk that deuce then I'ma be gone boy (Skrt skrrrt)
I can smoke these backwoods on my own boy
You uh, only fuck with me when I be on boy
Bad for me talking bad to the bone boy
See front to back I stay the same like a palindrome boy
I'm grown as fuck so when you talking to me watch your tone boy
See in my life I done made a lotta mistakes
Like hanging round you anacondas yea you big snakes
Like a poker hand boy I'm big straight
Won't put your name on my album or my mixtape
Being locked up done taught me so many lessons
Being locked up I took it as a blessing
I coulda been dead from one of them jealous niggas killing me
But I'm gaining weight, skin glowing jail healing me
Yea I deal with the cards that I was dealt with yea
Everybody who showed they hand you know they dealt with
Heart beating faster than Usain Bolt you shoulda felt it
Now I'm doing fine when I get home I'ma have the welches
Ima have the juice yea yea
They call me Q yea yea
Flow got the flu
I climbed the hill no dru yea yea
I always knew that I was gone be rich when i was broke
I spoke this shit in existence I knew that I was dope
My bitch left me when I wanted it to work
And she want it to work now and I don't want it to work no more no no
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Writer(s): Joshua Harvey, Quentavious Marqurion Nance
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