Let's go, let's go
Elevated, but you know that I be flexing
Light shining off my aura every time I step in
Elevated posse, hope that niggas get the message
Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons
Fifty rolled when I show up, stacking bread, getting cold cuts
Indigo yeah you know us from New York to Minnesota
We got it locked, wait til this to drop, take it to the top
Your shit flop, they say UA hot, stop us? You cannot
Came from the bottom, tornado done got us
Now we sproutin' up tell em' kneel to the prophets
Money ain't a thing, if I see it I'mma cop it
But that ain't 'bout this so I keep it out my topics
Say you want the world? Bitch, go get it
But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror
Raise up your guns and pull the ****ing trigger
That's your ego, dead, goodbye your inner sinner
I'm rolling up and I'm floating up and I'm about to smoke again
Blowing OG, that potent green, spark another one up cause we win
Rest in Peace to my nigga Steez, don't worry 'bout it, get lit
Roll another up for my nigga dawg, dedicate this one to the prince
Riding through my city, plotting on a ****ing milli
It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me
UA ****ed the game up got these rappers looking silly
Ain't no way to ****ing stop me, they gotta kill me
Elevated but you know that I be flexing
New shit for the lords, Nuiscance, nuclear bars
Flow perfected, no flaws, a bitch merk her up, protected
Headed for the top and it ain't that far
When you got a heart of gold to disclose the facades
Playing shows 'til I float like a ghost on the stars
Put a hole in the ozone, when the sativa L's blown (Lord)
Lord, forgive me for my sins, found the light looking with in
My past life use to be dim but now I rose amongst these plans
No I won't oppose you to make some bands
Naw get a million bro, live while you can
There's a whole world out there, waiting for you hands
But you live without identity, the enemy is chance
Uh, what you waitin' on, get creatin' dog
What's the worst that happens, bet you make it, dog
Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' yall
Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the morgue
Back to back I'm spitting facts 'til they evolve
Take charge like a spiritual force
I thank god that my limits are crossed
And face odds with the ending result feeling (Oh lord)
Young messiah ascending higher, walk through the fire
Uh, no one told me that I'd be golden, holdin' desires
Puffin' potent, that loud explosive, while floatin' through the white
Sippin' potion, the gods in motion when Sour Diesel's acquired
Knowledge supplyin' the idle mind, Perish if you outta line
Lyrics like text, lil' homie, cause I spit foul all the time
Hitting on some top shit pine
I'm a top chef cooking with the rhymes
Feeling god-sent, not even in prime pop pens
When I write a rhyme, now I'm poppin' cause I start the line
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:13.13]Let's go, let's go
[00:14.13]Elevated, but you know that I be flexing
[00:16.53]Light shining off my aura every time I step in
[00:20.00]Elevated posse, hope that niggas get the message
[00:22.96]Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons
[00:26.14]Fifty rolled when I show up, stacking bread, getting cold cuts
[00:29.54]Indigo yeah you know us from New York to Minnesota
[00:32.67]We got it locked, wait til this to drop, take it to the top
[00:36.04]Your shit flop, they say UA hot, stop us? You cannot
[00:39.44]Came from the bottom, tornado done got us
[00:41.56]Now we sproutin' up tell em' kneel to the prophets
[00:43.23]Money ain't a thing, if I see it I'mma cop it
[00:44.85]But that ain't 'bout this so I keep it out my topics
[00:46.52]Say you want the world? Bitch, go get it
[00:48.16]But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror
[00:49.84]Raise up your guns and pull the ****ing trigger
[00:51.51]That's your ego, dead, goodbye your inner sinner
[00:53.15]I'm rolling up and I'm floating up and I'm about to smoke again
[00:56.03]Blowing OG, that potent green, spark another one up cause we win
[00:59.53]Rest in Peace to my nigga Steez, don't worry 'bout it, get lit
[01:02.98]Roll another up for my nigga dawg, dedicate this one to the prince
[01:06.08]Riding through my city, plotting on a ****ing milli
[01:09.22]It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me
[01:12.72]UA ****ed the game up got these rappers looking silly
[01:15.91]Ain't no way to ****ing stop me, they gotta kill me
[01:30.35]Elevated but you know that I be flexing
[01:33.28]New shit for the lords, Nuiscance, nuclear bars
[01:35.84]Flow perfected, no flaws, a bitch merk her up, protected
[01:38.63]Headed for the top and it ain't that far
[01:40.67]When you got a heart of gold to disclose the facades
[01:42.42]Playing shows 'til I float like a ghost on the stars
[01:44.20]Put a hole in the ozone, when the sativa L's blown (Lord)
[01:46.26]Lord, forgive me for my sins, found the light looking with in
[01:48.93]My past life use to be dim but now I rose amongst these plans
[01:52.22]No I won't oppose you to make some bands
[01:53.99]Naw get a million bro, live while you can
[01:55.59]There's a whole world out there, waiting for you hands
[01:57.26]But you live without identity, the enemy is chance
[01:58.85]Uh, what you waitin' on, get creatin' dog
[02:00.97]What's the worst that happens, bet you make it, dog
[02:02.69]Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' yall
[02:04.29]Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the morgue
[02:05.93]Back to back I'm spitting facts 'til they evolve
[02:07.58]Take charge like a spiritual force
[02:09.09]I thank god that my limits are crossed
[02:10.40]And face odds with the ending result feeling (Oh lord)
[02:12.54]Young messiah ascending higher, walk through the fire
[02:15.47]Uh, no one told me that I'd be golden, holdin' desires
[02:19.15]Puffin' potent, that loud explosive, while floatin' through the white
[02:21.89]Sippin' potion, the gods in motion when Sour Diesel's acquired
[02:25.21]Knowledge supplyin' the idle mind, Perish if you outta line
[02:29.44]Lyrics like text, lil' homie, cause I spit foul all the time
[02:32.73]Hitting on some top shit pine
[02:34.07]I'm a top chef cooking with the rhymes
[02:35.42]Feeling god-sent, not even in prime pop pens
[02:37.28]When I write a rhyme, now I'm poppin' cause I start the line
Let's go, let's go
Elevated, but you know that I be flexing
Light shining off my aura every time I step in
Elevated posse, hope that niggas get the message
Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons
Fifty rolled when I show up, stacking bread, getting cold cuts
Indigo yeah you know us from New York to Minnesota
We got it locked, wait til this to drop, take it to the top
Your shit flop, they say UA hot, stop us? You cannot
Came from the bottom, tornado done got us
Now we sproutin' up tell em' kneel to the prophets
Money ain't a thing, if I see it I'mma cop it
But that ain't 'bout this so I keep it out my topics
Say you want the world? Bitch, go get it
But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror
Raise up your guns and pull the ****ing trigger
That's your ego, dead, goodbye your inner sinner
I'm rolling up and I'm floating up and I'm about to smoke again
Blowing OG, that potent green, spark another one up cause we win
Rest in Peace to my nigga Steez, don't worry 'bout it, get lit
Roll another up for my nigga dawg, dedicate this one to the prince
Riding through my city, plotting on a ****ing milli
It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me
UA ****ed the game up got these rappers looking silly
Ain't no way to ****ing stop me, they gotta kill me
Elevated but you know that I be flexing
New shit for the lords, Nuiscance, nuclear bars
Flow perfected, no flaws, a bitch merk her up, protected
Headed for the top and it ain't that far
When you got a heart of gold to disclose the facades
Playing shows 'til I float like a ghost on the stars
Put a hole in the ozone, when the sativa L's blown (Lord)
Lord, forgive me for my sins, found the light looking with in
My past life use to be dim but now I rose amongst these plans
No I won't oppose you to make some bands
Naw get a million bro, live while you can
There's a whole world out there, waiting for you hands
But you live without identity, the enemy is chance
Uh, what you waitin' on, get creatin' dog
What's the worst that happens, bet you make it, dog
Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' yall
Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the morgue
Back to back I'm spitting facts 'til they evolve
Take charge like a spiritual force
I thank god that my limits are crossed
And face odds with the ending result feeling (Oh lord)
Young messiah ascending higher, walk through the fire
Uh, no one told me that I'd be golden, holdin' desires
Puffin' potent, that loud explosive, while floatin' through the white
Sippin' potion, the gods in motion when Sour Diesel's acquired
Knowledge supplyin' the idle mind, Perish if you outta line
Lyrics like text, lil' homie, cause I spit foul all the time
Hitting on some top shit pine
I'm a top chef cooking with the rhymes
Feeling god-sent, not even in prime pop pens
When I write a rhyme, now I'm poppin' cause I start the line
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:13.13]Let's go, let's go
[00:14.13]Elevated, but you know that I be flexing
[00:16.53]Light shining off my aura every time I step in
[00:20.00]Elevated posse, hope that niggas get the message
[00:22.96]Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons
[00:26.14]Fifty rolled when I show up, stacking bread, getting cold cuts
[00:29.54]Indigo yeah you know us from New York to Minnesota
[00:32.67]We got it locked, wait til this to drop, take it to the top
[00:36.04]Your shit flop, they say UA hot, stop us? You cannot
[00:39.44]Came from the bottom, tornado done got us
[00:41.56]Now we sproutin' up tell em' kneel to the prophets
[00:43.23]Money ain't a thing, if I see it I'mma cop it
[00:44.85]But that ain't 'bout this so I keep it out my topics
[00:46.52]Say you want the world? Bitch, go get it
[00:48.16]But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror
[00:49.84]Raise up your guns and pull the ****ing trigger
[00:51.51]That's your ego, dead, goodbye your inner sinner
[00:53.15]I'm rolling up and I'm floating up and I'm about to smoke again
[00:56.03]Blowing OG, that potent green, spark another one up cause we win
[00:59.53]Rest in Peace to my nigga Steez, don't worry 'bout it, get lit
[01:02.98]Roll another up for my nigga dawg, dedicate this one to the prince
[01:06.08]Riding through my city, plotting on a ****ing milli
[01:09.22]It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me
[01:12.72]UA ****ed the game up got these rappers looking silly
[01:15.91]Ain't no way to ****ing stop me, they gotta kill me
[01:30.35]Elevated but you know that I be flexing
[01:33.28]New shit for the lords, Nuiscance, nuclear bars
[01:35.84]Flow perfected, no flaws, a bitch merk her up, protected
[01:38.63]Headed for the top and it ain't that far
[01:40.67]When you got a heart of gold to disclose the facades
[01:42.42]Playing shows 'til I float like a ghost on the stars
[01:44.20]Put a hole in the ozone, when the sativa L's blown (Lord)
[01:46.26]Lord, forgive me for my sins, found the light looking with in
[01:48.93]My past life use to be dim but now I rose amongst these plans
[01:52.22]No I won't oppose you to make some bands
[01:53.99]Naw get a million bro, live while you can
[01:55.59]There's a whole world out there, waiting for you hands
[01:57.26]But you live without identity, the enemy is chance
[01:58.85]Uh, what you waitin' on, get creatin' dog
[02:00.97]What's the worst that happens, bet you make it, dog
[02:02.69]Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' yall
[02:04.29]Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the morgue
[02:05.93]Back to back I'm spitting facts 'til they evolve
[02:07.58]Take charge like a spiritual force
[02:09.09]I thank god that my limits are crossed
[02:10.40]And face odds with the ending result feeling (Oh lord)
[02:12.54]Young messiah ascending higher, walk through the fire
[02:15.47]Uh, no one told me that I'd be golden, holdin' desires
[02:19.15]Puffin' potent, that loud explosive, while floatin' through the white
[02:21.89]Sippin' potion, the gods in motion when Sour Diesel's acquired
[02:25.21]Knowledge supplyin' the idle mind, Perish if you outta line
[02:29.44]Lyrics like text, lil' homie, cause I spit foul all the time
[02:32.73]Hitting on some top shit pine
[02:34.07]I'm a top chef cooking with the rhymes
[02:35.42]Feeling god-sent, not even in prime pop pens
[02:37.28]When I write a rhyme, now I'm poppin' cause I start the line