Elevate

It drop right here?
Do it drop right here?

Ahh, shit
Never mind

Check
Finna travel the world
If I come back the same then you know I ain't learn a goddamn thing
Thinking out loud been getting niggas locked in cages
Killed, and lowered in graves so I'm silent
So much so, you could do me a solid and might not get a thanks
If it makes me smile it makes me great
Or at least makes me me, so I proceed wit it cuz to cease makes me fake
I say that to say I'm finna get back to smoking weed
Blowin' 93
Drop it on the table, let my shawty roll for me
You can't promise me no peace grab the thumper fore I leave
Live like it's my last but pray it don't gotta be
It's still some shit I gotta see, some shit I gotta do
I got a niece and she ain't got to two
And I ain't got to tour and make niggas feel me in they core
My dream girl walking round
And I still ain't got to do her check back in in 2024

I Elevated consciousness
These niggas fake woke
I elevate my pockets
Now I'm actin fake broke
I hit her wit no condiments
That pussy taste so
Muy bien
I cover my bitch up wit Queso
I Elevated consciousness
These niggas fake woke
I elevate my pockets
Now I'm actin fake broke
I hit her wit no condiments
That pussy taste so
Muy bien
I cover my bitch up wit Queso

My pen, my pen
My pen outrunnin' my mouth
I'm writing checks my mouth can't cash
That's probably what it is man
Fuck

I pack a punch make a nigga step right or get gone
From the Tenn where yo skin get peeled over phones
Leave ya keys in the car I'm pulling what we on
Take a trip to Chattanooga ThirdEye round the globe
I eat rap these beats remind of caviar
Delicious spit it up I need a protein bar you pussies garbage
Talk about fake broads, you imitating God then
Traumatizing young boys who grew up thinking hard meant
Bust a nigga head for dollar or brick
Talk shit, if you move that's two clips
Pussy nigga where the lick
I need mines till momma rich
40 Bricks 40 bricks
All my homies all my kin
Getting ends
And this Glock to ya head have you looking like courage tooth
Turn you into Muriel you Eustece to this type of cruel
Diamonds and gold chains
The car that with the code names
Make a nigga tote I'm GI joe gang
No nigga can't hold me till I go out like
Kobe with the ring and my team... bitch
The ring and my team, bitch

I Elevated consciousness
These niggas fake woke
I elevate my pockets
Now I'm actin fake broke
I hit her wit no condiments
That pussy taste so
Muy bien
I cover my bitch up wit Queso
I Elevated consciousness
These niggas fake woke
I elevate my pockets
Now I'm actin fake broke
I hit her wit no condiments
That pussy taste so
Muy bien
I cover my bitch up wit Queso



Credits
Writer(s): Devol Whitfield
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