Elevator Music

This elevation, rhymes from mental excavation Fresh out the oven, my music the type to wake and bake with Twelve in a dozen the odds of me in advanced placement Dual enrollment I'm schoolin' rappers and those who hating Class in session, whether not you participating You left behind if you thinking that I'm the type for waiting I ain't got patience for fuckery and exaggerations About killings and dealings and other shit we can't relate with I put some jazz on the track, my soul is old within A 808 for the bass, to make some colder shit Then added raps that be snappin my shit be smoldering Mixed and mastered myself, ain't no question who in control of this Then show the masses what happened like look behold this shit I'm on to something you sleeping come get some folgers bitch Keep it trill I want control like an older kid Tryna perfect my craft when that happens my guy it's over with Verse number deuces, double M this is Memphis music Mind over matter mentality of the wise and ruthless Murkin these features, making leeches from your consumers Malicious practice, the malefactor of rappin music I'm always told that my mixtape couldn't drop no sooner You can't rush greatness be patient just know a storm is brewin My style I'm tryna polish it, cleanliness is next to Godliness That's why you'll never catch me saying I'm the shit But they be checking the style I got em all wondering how I get on the mic and I be talkin like I don't care for these critics and clowns Ain't nobody bringing me down I'm a king and my locs is my crown Ain't no pretending my rhymes is ascendin I'm elevated in the clouds I don't be whippin a brick No I don't be flippin out shit But my flow is the dopest and if you get nosey I'll have you jonesin' for the shit And if you don't want me to win You can stay yo ass right on the bench And stick to yourself you can hate me from there Cause this is only the beginning