Elevation

Real life Everything you're hearing authentic Talk's cheap but everything I'm wearing expensive Girls on man hoping for that Fairy tale ending But I'm out here, my CV is very extensive I'm controlling my lane bro You can see I'm living and I'm winning And the opposition looking like A-Holes My new chick looking like the Younger version of J-Lo Balenciagas on my feet the colour of yayo I won't stop until my cake long On missions like James Bond Profiling, hopping out of spaceships With my chain on oT way gone Where I got my name from Same place I came from blood in my veins don Rolling in the tinted whip Wardrobe ridiculous blowing thousands Running through this paper like I'm pissing it money over bitches Trying to split these riches with my bros Splashing dough It's a fashion show when I hit the road Foot down I might crash the Lambo You think you're Tony I can make the caller Alejandro I go hard for the team baby I'm a king and Alexander my Queen lately Last night I hollered your chick Had your girl on her knees Told her swallow my kids And my luggage cost more Than your holiday did When shit get real I don't Need to borrow a stick i was flexing young Should've bought a house first Walked into Versace and I bought a £1 000 shirt No snakes around me, just Medusa heads Times I had to lose the feds Blowing through the reds I spent my whole life Grinding now I'm shining All these bright diamonds and A brudda fine dining In restaurants with Michelin stars I just wanna tour the country Put some Lizzy in yards I was at the power table Looking round sitting there Thinking I'm the only one that Ain't a fucking millionaire It's been a long road brudda I'm on dough Trying to mash ten grand cash off of one show I remember being broke in the tower block Now my people going mad when Power drop Can't see I'm shining then go to Specsavers And my dress code sharper Than Gillette razors Things are still mad where I'm from All the mandem are on I'll blow a bag when I want my life a movie You could put it in a British film Hot stepping with my something I'm still in the field And I started this from nothing Trying to spin a mill I got mass appeal so f*ck a shitty deal I got a bad bitch, she back it up for me I mash it up properly then she Stash my racks for me Bag a man talking bout a bag of man soggy Couldn't have the big chacha, man worry Walking through Amsterdam People feel me worldwide Three grand on my outfit I'm fucking on the first night Flashbacks to my past couple light scars Now I'm treating Louis like it's Primark Girl jumping in the water like a lifeguard Them mandem roll up to my shows Twenty-five cars I bought a hundred haters with me What's your life bout? If I get the green light That's your lights out I need to get these millions In before my life out I need a fucking million pound cash right now