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Let's go, let's go |
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Elevated, but you know that I be flexing |
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Light shining off my aura every time I step in |
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Elevated posse, hope that niggas get the message |
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Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons |
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Fifty rolled when I show up, stacking bread, getting cold cuts |
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Indigo yeah you know us from New York to Minnesota |
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We got it locked, wait til this to drop, take it to the top |
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Your shit flop, they say UA hot, stop us? You cannot |
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Came from the bottom, tornado done got us |
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Now we sproutin' up tell em' kneel to the prophets |
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Money ain't a thing, if I see it I'mma cop it |
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But that ain't 'bout this so I keep it out my topics |
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Say you want the world? Nigga go get it |
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But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror |
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Raise up your guns and pull the fucking trigger |
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That's your ego, dead, goodbye your inner sinner |
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I'm rolling up and I'm floating up and I'm about to smoke again |
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Blowing OG, that potent green, spark another one up cause we win |
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Rest in Peace to my nigga Steez, don't worry 'bout it, get lit |
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Roll another up for my nigga dawg, dedicate this one to the prince |
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Riding through my city, plotting on a fuckin' milli |
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It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me |
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UA fuck the game up got these rappers looking silly |
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Ain't no way to fuckin' stop me, motherfuckers gotta kill me |
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Elevated but you know that I be flexing |
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New shit for the lords, Nuiscance, nuclear bars |
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Flow perfected, no flaws, a nigga merk her up, protected |
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Headed for the top and it ain't that far |
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When you got a heart of gold to disclose the facades |
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Playing shows 'til I float like a ghost on the stars |
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Put a hole in the ozone, when the sativa L's blown (Lord) |
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Lord, forgive me for my sins, found the light looking with in |
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My past life use to be dim but now I rose amongst these plans |
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No I won't oppose you to make some bands |
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Naw get a million bro, live while you can |
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There's a whole world out there, waiting for you hands |
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But you live without identity, the enemy is chance |
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Uh, what you waitin' on, get creatin' dog |
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What's the worst that happens, bet you make it, dog |
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Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' yall |
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Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the morgue |
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Back to back I'm spitting facts 'til they evolve |
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Take charge like a spiritual force |
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I thank god that my limits are crossed |
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And face odds with the ending result feeling (Oh lord) |
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Young messiah ascending higher, walk through the fire |
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Uh, no one told me that I'd be golden, holdin' desires |
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Puffin' potent, that loud explosive, while floatin' through the white |
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Sippin' potion, the gods in motion when Sour Diesel's acquired |
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Knowledge supplyin' the idle mind, Perish if you outta line |
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Lyrics like text, lil' homie, cause I spit foul all the time |
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Hitting on some top shit pine |
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I'm a top chef cooking with the rhymes |
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Feeling god-sent, not even in prime pop pens |
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When I write a rhyme, now I'm poppin' cause I start the line |