Elevating

1ST VERSE
I hail from the land of the grapery gram, it ain’t the show me state but still
put the money in my hand, the evidence will make me understand, product of
Jewell’s a fool and I can rule with the son of Stan, man I seen u over yonder,
now I’m here to tell you niggaz that I’m the, black mamba, u speak bad on yo
potna when you need to be more critical of ya own posture, I gotta doplar for
you weight watchers, face the opera, the bass and snares is hittin like a
choppa, then its hasta la vista, believe I’d eat ya, I come hard you can call
me Levitra, puttin my unborn seeds in Mona Lisas, you maybe need a mentor or a
teacher, you gotta crawl before you walk and to walk you gotta pick ya feet up,
stupid… the Baiss camp yeah its more than music…
HOOK
Damn, what’s with all the sad faces, ya hustlin but ain’t moving no stages,
while you was over on the sideline hatin, congregating with ya fam dawg you
shoulda been elevatin
I’d suggest stepping ya game up higher, upgrade yaself, my lyricals is flyers,
notifications, for niggaz who complete disgraces, I’ve been smoking like aces,
you over there hatin like a racist, money you ain’t making but steadily
feeding statements on that dope shit, but u get robbed for every zip u get,
the words u release be counterfeit, and nowadays we ain’t allowing it,
you George Bush sneaky, not a go getta like Jeezy, you put ya mouth on men
like Weezy, but post gangsta for TV but Rupaul in ya tipi, and easy I approach
this shit, my cortex is where the dopeness lives, get on my level like them ATL
niggaz say, Prophy or the POJ, stop hatin get paid, nigga
HOOK
Maybe if u studied more of your reflection, you wouldn’t be moving in a
downward direction, regress the opposite of progress and unless you notice
quick, you’ll be another one hopeless, jaw jappin bout the next man or woman,
when in the end they just doing things that you couldn’t, surely here’s
looking at you, using your own supply and now ya hustle is thru,
a dirty nose can lead to filthy clothes, knock off kicks and pockets filled
with no dough, motivate yourself elevate from the boys to men shit or be a
project for the daily forensics, and in this I’m a top grade nigga,
real to the core not a top grade fibber, attacked the liver like liquor,
them L7's only hatin on tha winners… nigga
HOOK