Elevator Music

Elevator Music 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 & 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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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 & my circle gon keep it solid Can't go down about no bitch & now we up a couple cents and I ain't talkin bout no pitch boy