ELEVATORS Lyrics

Sh0 M3 Entertainment McFly

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

I need the money, fuck the fame

Even though the game has changed, can't complain

I cannot set the record straight if peter up their picking those peppers I know I'm hotter than a jalapeno pepper when I'm on a record

I get it jumping like checkers, I'm reckon that you're disrespecting cause you ain't real

And it's all a stunt, you wanna get put on punk

It's cool putting shotguns up in a trunk

Who gon' say I ain't real, I'm more than trill

Cause I'm always on the grind until my time is up

And I'm trying to get a deal, so I keep on

Running like a automobile, running through alleys, I'm chasing a mill

If a stake is high, I'm pushing to be the king of the hill

And that's for real, a buck a bill

So I gotta go ahead and showcase my skills

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

I can't stop until I reach the status

It's requiring me to be the greatest, the best, the finest

The highest, your highness

So I gotta keep on pushing to reach the top

In order to be the cream of the crop, I gotta flow harder

I'm a Nelson , but I feel like a Carter

Jesus is the only one can walk on water

Dear Heavenly father, I hope I didn't bother you

But you can see that I'm very sick

Very lyrical, man, when a nigga spit

And I'm very imperial, cause my flow has improved

When I talk, I swear they can hear your voice

Gave me a gift, and said it's my choice

And chance to prove that I'm lyricist

When they hearing this, the critics vision this and get pissed

Putting they foot right in their mouth without a doubt

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

They say it can't, it ain't

No lyricist from the Midwest to the South

Since the East been in the drought

Some has doubt about the South

Saying no rhymes, just beats

But continuously bringing the heat

While hold a hip-hop by the hand

While others portraying that it's dead

But constantly getting fed

I'm just fed up with the bullshit

We music, not country

So enough with the negative bullshit

Speaking straight from the pulpit

Y'all sound ignorant and foolish

Guess y'all forgot why y'all was doing this

So, I gotta remind you, how to do this

Put in my two cents, for your nuisance

I'ma keep going, I ain't gonna stop

Or flop, because the destination is the top

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up, and we on elevators

We going up