Flexin

[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