Elevate

Down to my last man it left me real sick but ian gon trip run it back right quick
And im gettin older, the world on my shoulders
Still pack me a grip when i walk onna strip
We ain't playin madden get hit w a blitz, scoring on niggas jus like a pick 6
Remember them days we was up onna 6ix
Said he be on my block but we know that's a myth

Swear to god all these niggas be cap
And no they ain't living they raps
Pop out at night out the cut like a bat
Weed was movin bro bussin these traps
Runnin it up we jus ran up a sack
Always 1st we could never be last
I keep fucking up but it's time to relapse
Speak my pain when im up onna track

When im up bet they look at me now
New surroundings im changing my crowd
Life get hard but i still keep a smile, i stay goin up i could never go down
Drippin' water no biting my drip
Play yo role bro stick to da script
How you beefin but don't keep a stick
Late nights onna block lookin for licks
If he up inna front hit da back door
Pouring wok but you know i don't act hoe
Opps ain't on shit they be singing my raps tho
Taking lyrics but you cannot match flows
All these blunts nigga you cannot match those
Velcro on me im keeping my strap bro
If i want it i get it i have it
Stay about this green like it's cabbage
Scoring onna opps that's a basket
She a thot but she claim she a bad bitch
All this money it turned to a habit
Ran it up cause i been on some bag shit
And this life im living on some fast shit
And i been to myself gotta elevate
Ima demon nigga get the record straight
Let this 40 hit him make him levitate

And none of this shit ain't gon stop
On my F niggas know how i rock
He say he outside but we know that he not
You a shooter but who did you pop?
These niggas be fans, trynna claim they a opp
Ebk nigga you could get shot
You fucking wit them you get put inna box
Trap be open i tell them come shop



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Writer(s): Jalen Whitaker
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