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[Intro:]Yeah yeah yeah |
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Elite Elite |
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Elite... Elite |
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Ya know[Verse 1] |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs |
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Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym |
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Regular benchpressin' the bar, |
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Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead, |
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If you shoot for the stars, |
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I guess you aimin' at me |
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But please hold your applause |
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Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit |
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I'm on the flo' |
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Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho |
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And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo' |
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I never pound with the flo, at times |
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I wonderAye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger? |
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Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder |
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Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger |
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To take me under, niggas in trouble |
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You lookin' at |
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Lebron James of the game |
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I could do anything that you name |
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I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring |
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Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that |
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So you hatin' niggas refrain from that |
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A little bitter cause yo game is whack |
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I'll let Elite breathe, yeah |
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I'll let Elite breathe, yeah[Chorus] |
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Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me |
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I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me |
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My head's to the sky and |
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I'm on my grind |
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I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine |
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Take what's mine |
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Hey, hey[Verse 2] |
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A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got |
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So, if it's 'bout that |
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C.R.E.A.M, then |
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I'm all up in the spot |
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I'm just warmin' up, |
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I'm hot but naw |
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I ain't flashin' |
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I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion |
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And maybe |
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I was too broke, maybe |
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I'm just too dope |
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To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch |
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These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit |
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But Cole's flow so cold, |
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Bet the devil get sick |
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How do you want it? |
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So sick I make you mentally vomit |
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These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it |
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I see 'em writin' about rappers, |
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I should be sick to my stomach |
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Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it |
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So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' |
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I'm meant to be one of the greatest |
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No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it |
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Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded |
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Under-appreciated, now |
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Carolina is rated |
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I let Elite breathe, yeah |
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Hey, uh uh uh |
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I let Elite breathe, yeah[Chorus] |
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Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me |
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I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me |
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My head's to the sky and |
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I'm on my grind |
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I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine |
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Take what's mine |
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Hey, hey |
