Elevate (Extended Version)

I remember I was young, I was naive
Pocket rocket 22, we call it Najee
If you can't bring it to the table, you will not eat I was outside, crack fiends, I was 19
I was really in the room when they would shoot it in they neck

I was movin' dope, I would snort it before I had some sex
She ain't runnin', I ain't comin' off this Percocet
Customize a Beamer, I'm like, I can't even work it yet
I was on 6th, non sense we wildin' out Know I coulda died a couple times and that's without a doubt
My brother died from a bag, he was down and out
But he taught me how to be a hustler, now I'm ballin' out
I put one up in the air, that's somethin
to smile about
I know what it's like to have a hundred thousand now
I was down bad, was in the hole and got to climbin' out
I was movin' mid, everybody smoke exotic now
But when you elevate, I know it make em' upset
I could give it all away and still I'd be up next
Got a pennant for my neck, that shit cost me one check

I could lose it all, but I still would make a comeback
Cook it up right, the fiends will make a run back
Be out for two weeks, and they still gonna want that
Yeah, I can feel they want they buzz back My bro god been trippin', I'm like, chill you got enough straps
Ayy, I'm tryna keep this shit classical
Really bout my business, they be keepin' it too casual
Even if you broke, that ain't funny, but you laughable
We was really trappin' 7th Street, Melrose Avenue

Like, take this bag and drop it off, I got a stack for you
The fiend bugs, we fucked around, we might've crashed a few
My little brother fucked around, he might've stabbed a dude
We've been through some shit, some of my guys took a slash or two

Wait, but I ain't livin' like that Ayy, I can make a million off a rap
Diamonds on my baby while she sittin' on my lap
Turned a Jansport to a Balenciaga bag In the hood, we rollin' woods, they be dumb fat
I missed a snap, call em' back, you still want that

I been eatin', I already got my lunch packed I just put eleven different haters in my blunt wrap
Eleven hundred zips, we gon' make a bunch off that
Eleven thousand on a chain, I have fun like that
Eleven million streams rappin', yeah, I jump like that

You ain't think big, now you got your sons like that
We show love on the sack, the junkies come right back
You can hear it in my songs where I'm from like that
You and your friends, y'all be cappin', I have one like that

Psyche, I'm trippin', nah, we got none like that
None of my homies fuck with you if you can't bust a move
You wanna eat at this table, then bring your fuckin' food
I could really help you change your life, this shit ain't nothin' new

I'm done wearin' red bottoms, Jordan got some comfy shoes
And I rock cargoes with the black tee
I just put my bro on, he ain't even have to ask me
Since I'm on commission, ain't no limit, they can't cap me

Two hundred grand direct deposited just last week
Went and bought a Porsche for my wife, cause she's a bad b
Blue hundreds in the safe, all these twenties got my racks green
Makin' twenty in a day, like, how the hell is that clean?

In the Beamer with my bae, her best friend in the backseat
Try to make a move, she like, don't you even ask me
I make so much money, it look like I still trap weed
All of this success, the haters hope that I'm a crack fiend

I could move my lips and make a flip, is that easy
Yeah, but get back, click-clack like Eminem said
I heard you was pussy, that's what Eminem said
Could've been trappin', but I'm tryna stack a M instead

Cookin' up a loaf, in the oven, we make hella bread
Cookin' up a pfft, hold up, wait, they might investigate
Stack my money, I can step up the way and touch heaven's gates
Go against me, it's gon' be heavyweight verse featherweight

I got on two watches, so I'm never late
Wait, bought my boo some Jimmy Choo, we elevate
Let her take her time, when she get ready, she look better late
Why be goin' out on a date when I cook better steak

The fact is, after that, the bed's just a step away
Let's stay in tonight, baby
I'm tryna make friends and go in tonight, baby
Let me hit you with my chain, know my pendant ice crazy

I can switch the topic better than a Gemini, baby
Wait, wait, wait, so let's do it like I'm Nike
I ain't tryna do this, might be shittin' on em' slightly
I got tracks blowin' up, so shit is gettin' hype

Ayy, is you really ballin'? Bitch, I might be
Ayy, made it out the hood and came back
I been ballin', these are not the same racks
Pass them up, they still on the same lap

Try to take, hit you with that stay back
I was waitin' on somebody else to snap
All they talk about is guns and they rap
Or how they put a dead op in a wrap

I fuck with y'all, but I ain't really in the cap
Fuck with me, I got wipes for your nose
Fuck with bro, he got white for the low
Sixteen, meetin' fiends by the store

They just want they fix, like, be nice to em', bro
And I don't do blow, but I like when it snow
And I don't even trap, but I was nice at it though, like
Please make sure the price is right for me, bro, like

Move a nine-piece is somethin' slight for me, bro
City girl trippin', I ain't likin' these hoes
Please don't slide if you likin' me, hoe
Cause baby mama really set on fightin' these hoes

I just got engaged, didn't wife me no hoe