[Intro: Issa Gold]
(Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex)
Let's go, let's go
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Elevated, but you know that I be flexin'
Light shining off my aura every time I step in
Elevated posse, hope that niggas get the message
Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons
Fifty rolled when I show up, stacking bread, getting cold cuts
Indigo yeah you know us from New York to Minnesota
We got it locked, wait 'til this to drop, take it to the top
Your shit flop, they say UA hot, stop us? You cannot
Came from the bottom, tornado done got us
Now we spiralin' up tell em' kneel to the prophets
Money ain't a thing, if I see it I'mma cop it
But that ain't 'bout this so I keep it out my topics
Say you want the world? Nigga go get it
But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror
Raise up your guns and pull the fucking trigger
That's your ego dead, goodbye your inner sinner
I'm rolling up and I'm floating up and I'm 'bout to smoke again
Blowing OG, that potent green, spark another one up cause we win
Rest in Peace to my nigga Steez, don't worry 'bout it, get lit
Roll another up for my nigga dawg, dedicate this one to the prince
Riding through my city, plotting on a fuckin' milli
It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me
UA fuck the game up got these rappers looking silly
Ain't no way for you to stop me, motherfuckers gotta kill me
[Bridge: Issa Gold]
Elevated but you know that I be flexing
[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
New shit for the lords, a nuisance, nuclear bars, uh
Flow perfected, no flaws, a nigga murk her up, protected [?]
Headed straight for the top and it ain't that far
When you got a heart of gold to disclose the facades
Playing shows 'til I float like a ghost on the stars
Put a hole in the ozone, when the sativa L's blown (Lord)
Lord, forgive me for my sins, found the light looking within
My past life use to be dim but now I rose amongst these plants
No I won't oppose you to make some bands
Try get up on ya toes bro, live while you can
There's a whole world out there, waiting for ya hands
But you live without identity, the enemy of chance
Uh, what you waitin' on, get creatin' dog
What's the worst that happen, bet you make it, dog
Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' y'all
Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the morgue
Back to back we spitting facts 'til they evolve
Take charge like a spiritual force
I thank god that my limits are crossed
And face odds with the ending result feeling the torch (Oh lord)
Young messiah ascending higher, walk through the fire
Uh, no one told me that I'd be golden, holdin' desires
Puffin' potent, that loud explosive, while floatin' through the white
Sippin' potion, the gods in motion when Sour Diesel's acquired
Knowledge supplyin' the idle mind, perish if you outta line
Lyrics like TECs, lil' homie, cause I spit foul all the time
Hitting on some top shit pine
I'm a top chef cooking with the rhymes
Feeling god-sent, not even in prime
Known to pop pens when I write a rhyme
Now I'm poppin' cause I start the line
[Outro: Issa Gold]
Elevated but you know that I be flexing
