[Intro:] Yeah yeah yeah Elite Elite Elite... Elite Ya know
[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym Regular benchpressin' the bar, Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead, If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me But please hold your applause Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo' Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo' I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger? Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger To take me under, niggas in trouble You lookin' at Lebron James of the game I could do anything that you name I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that So you hatin' niggas refrain from that A little bitter cause yo game is whack I'll let Elite breathe, yeah I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
[Chorus] Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine Take what's mine Hey, hey
[Verse 2] A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin' I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit But Cole's flow so cold, Bet the devil get sick How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated I let Elite breathe, yeah Hey, uh uh uh I let Elite breathe, yeah
[Chorus] Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine Take what's mine Hey, heyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
