Elevate!

Ay, bitch you love to hate And every time I fuckin' do it, bitch, you know that it's great You think you chillin' with the game? But couldn't carry away A year from now, nobody will remember your face What, what, what? If you talk to us, shut up Open your mouth in my presence, get done up Wings made of wax, you gon' fall off, they come up

Let's go, 'bout time they gon' put me in the spotlight Rappers doin' all that talkin' but I'm all bite Always sayin' that we the same but we not alike Get the fuck up out my face, I'm 'bout take flight Xenomorphic when I'm spittin', bitch it's acid Never be choppin' up the flows, you know it's rapid When I spark up, start a fire, straight gas and When I heard you on your new track, flaccid

Ain't no stoppin', bitch, I'm all up in my prime time Done more than they will up in they lifetime Peep the bio, you can check up on the timeline No, we hit against the grain, ain't no lifeline Yuh, one more time, baby, hit me Know I'm cuttin' people off that ain't with me Thinkin' that you gonna stop me, better kill me Another day, another dollar, doin' big things

Bitch, I always elevate Godlike level, seal your fate Downin' bottles, your escape Kill the game, I decimate Bitch, I always elevate Godlike level, seal your fate Kill the game, I decimate

If you see me on your fuckin' block you better pray, to the motherfuckin' Lord You could live, you could die by the motherfuckin' sword I ain't really one for talkin', I'm a man of fucking war I got it pumpin' in my veins and I can feel it in my pores Why'd you fuckin' move? Make you sick, I regurgitate All that fuckin' weak ass shit, that's just how you cultivate Watch you fuckin' stutter, gon' lose, because you love to hate (Wait) Take yo' fuckin' pistol and fuck yourself like you masturbate, uh

Oh my God, I'm a God, I steal this for the place, bitch If you copyin' my moves, that's not original, that's tasteless If you run up lonely, mother fucker, leave you faceless Thinking that you shoutin' but everything you do is so basic (I hate this) Motherfucker talkin' 'bout the shit that he think he doin' but he not And my numbers goin' up, somebody drop it like it's hot Make it stop, make it stop, if you really wanna could try me Then you could die, bitch