Elevate Lyrics

Ayy, when I elevate, I know it make em upset I could give it all away and still I'd be up next

Got a pendant 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 fien bugs, we fucked around, we might've crashed a few

My little brother fucked around, he might've stabbed a dude We been through some shit, some of my guys took a slash or two

Ayy, 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 Turn the Jansport to a Balenciaga bag

In the hood, we rollin' woods, they be dumb fat I missed a snap, call him 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 the 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 Sike, 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 cargos 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 a 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, it's that easy