Текст песни Solange in the Elevator - Marco Uno

Popular demand
Cool, but if I pop, I got demands
Unpopular opinion: I'm the man
Swallowed choices like they meds
Washed my hands
Picked a pill
First and last time i'ma pop a lil' ya dig
Uh uh
The machine got a weakness - I got a plan
About to accidentally hit this e-stop with my head
They can't fuck with this
Truth loud as Lovita calling Ced, and every time,
It have em shocked, as if it's secret when I say it - nah
Too hot - quit now, you'll be forgotten: Larry Sanders
This that gospel, hoe
You preachin' to the choir: Mary Clarence
G-O-A-T - I'm with the dream: Ari Lennox
Got them out there making plays for
Them Nuggets - They Gary Harris, huh?
The Good Ol' Days: Le Bons Vieux Temps
The hood don't change - The mode Sean Comb
Plain as day - the monsieur font
The good gone fade. They gon go young
Self proclaimed sage, and don't know none Huh!?
You tryna catch a bullet, or a body?!
Damn
Woosah. Woosah
And I ain't gotta do it myself
But shit, I'll probably do it myself
Yeah. Woosah. Woosah
(Watch out for this level up nigga)
Uh
You trynna catch a bullet or a body?!
(I be kickin shit like Solange in the elevator)
Soon as the needle drop, niggas be Anthony Fantano
Reviewing out of a basement what's probably fresh out a bando
Luca Brasi
In Dallas going crazy: Luka Doncic
Niggas scared of bars,
And draw lines to keep distance. Call me conscious
A villain with justifiable motives
A Killmonger or Joker
How you gone keep kind in your mind once it's open?
It's jail for heroes as well
Is money your motive?
How much do you want then? Since you really on it
Fuck a mill.
I need it all and don't even want it Pick the world up and flaunt it
Condemned, but I make it look like
I'm taunting. You cannot be taught it
At home I'm Mahomes. Hoe, I'm just getting started
I throw bullets through arrowhead so much, can't tell I'm a target
As a team, niggas get bodied for fun. I'm really done
You gone watch me whoop your dog, looking dumb.
Uncle Willie's son
Knock a whole circle off they square when I teach em
It's a game. It ain't checkers,
But it ain't chess neither. Little bitch
You tryna catch a bullet, or a body?!
Damn
Woosah. Woosah
And I ain't gotta do it myself
But shit, I'll probably do it myself
Yeah. Woosah. Woosah
(Watch out for this level up nigga)
Uh
You trynna catch a bullet or a body?!
(I be kickin shit like Solange in the elevator)