Elevate (Extended Version) Lyrics

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