Текст песни Elevator Music - Qil
Been
a
minute,
intermission,
but
we
back
up
on
a
bigger
picture
Had
to
make
them
believe
in
me
Cause
a
lot
of
people
won't
unless
it's
beneficial
It's
a
winner
circle
Most
my
Chicos
stacking
1s
to
a
dub
Show
me
love,
posted
at
the
night
club
Elevating,
paper
chasing,
N.I.C.
the
gang
bih
And
I
see
the
future
its
the
same
one
I'm
creating
Threw
a
fit
together
designer
down
the
palmetto
Ima
make
that
mf
bounce,
bounce
Choppa
make
that
mf
bounce,
bounce
From
the
Chicoland
we
heat
up
that
apartment
where
you
stay
at
Fuck
your
babymomma
on
the
mattress
where
you
lay
at
Prodigy,
gotta
stay
sharp
like
an
Ab
flat
Diamond
in
the
rough
a
fucking
needle
in
a
haystack
I
got
all
the
sauce
I'm
A1
where
my
steak
plate
Smoking
all
the
za
your
pack
ain't
nothing
but
shake
weight
Withdrawing
all
the
guap
I
keep
the
hundreds
in
a
safe
place
Up
like
a
stock
check
the
numbers
like
a
day
trader
Elevator
music
got
the
city
jwetting
to
it
Gotta
touch
another
rackie
gotta
keep
on
thumbing
through
it
lets
go
Elevator
music
got
the
city
jwetting
to
it
Gotta
touch
another
rackie
gotta
keep
on
thumbing
through
it
yeah
N.I.C.
that's
the
gang
yeah
this
shit
forever
Elevator
music
got
the
city
bumping
to
it
Why
you
talking
on
the
net
but
when
you
see
me
never
do
it
Why
the
fuck
you
got
a
gun
and
you
ain't
never
finna
pull
it?
huh
Ima
get
em
hit,
put
his
name
on
the
bullet
uh
Shorty
really
wanna
pipe
up
I
told
her
pipe
down
Lean
in
my
body
with
a
perc
it
got
me
slumped
out
Told
lil
baby
hold
it
down
Ima
need
a
hundred
thou
I
be
in
the
endzone
waiting
for
that
touchdown
But
when
I
make
a
pass
in
the
field,
I
feel
like
brady
uh
Appreciate
the
ones
who
keep
it
real
and
ones
that
hate
me
Appreciate
my
brothers
swear
to
god
that
they
saved
me
I
was
really
down
bad
never
thought
that
I
could
make
it
uh
Stacks,
stacks
Im
addicted
to
the
Racks,
racks
Let
me
see
you
throw
it
Back,
back
Let
me
see
you
make
it
Clap,
clap
Stacks,
stacks
Im
addicted
to
the
Racks,
racks
Let
me
see
you
throw
it
Back,
back
Let
me
see
you
make
it
Clap,
clap
N.I.C.
thats
the
gang
yeah
this
shit
forever
Yeah
Get
in
my
zone
right
quick
In
the
whip
cuttin
up,
like
bad
reception
On
the
road
to
riches
I
can't
make
the
wrong
connections
Seen
how
the
industry
rob
an
artist
of
pure
intentions
That
shit
make
me
never
wanna
sign
& stay
independent
Murder
my
dreams
gon
have
to
do
it
to
me
first
Though
Ima
live
forever
like
I'm
Zay
thru
every
verse
A
dollar
and
a
dream
make
a
muthafucka
think
How
you
gon
learn
to
have
some
faith
if
you
ain't
ever
take
a
leap
Grippin
on
reality
even
when
it
felt
outta
reach
and
my
pockets
Ain't
have
no
breesh
Gotta
get
it
how
I
live
Debated
hitting
the
streets
feds
followed
me
from
the
crib
Ridin
round
without
the
heat
But
I
can't
go
out
like
I'm
Mitch
And
my
circle
gon
keep
it
solid
Can't
go
down
about
no
bitch
And
now
we
up
a
couple
cents
And
I
ain't
talkin
bout
no
pitch
boy
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