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