Elevate

Sometimes I elevate other times I’m lifted
Look around and feel the hate on me because I’m gifted-I-
Had to hit another play I’m tryna go the distance I been looking for some better days I’m tryna feel the difference

I’m tryna see the difference cuz I don’t need the juice I’m tryna see what they been sipping I stepped inside the booth to kill a beat complete the mission Houston we good for takeoff balling like imma rockеt n***** ain’t tryna play ball nothin like Jackie Robinson
Between mе and this microphone it knows I have to rock it Lord knows if I have to pop it like a new ballon I guess it’s better off we end it soon love to rain on they parade drown em out with all my tunes I ain’t really tryna bully here to boss around some beats and get the seeds to understand that there’s power in energy that my tower is monumental they reading me like a kindle got dark so I’m lighting candles peep the plaques on my mantle I’m aiming to dismantle the slavery through my music tired of lookin round the room thinking who gon fucking do it I had to steal the trigger and point the gun at the game told him give it up cuz imma nerd I love to see some brains i’d spread mine all over the curb before I do for fame I do it for the legacy them n***** do for lames I do it to show the better side and push a pleasant change they do it to flex the other side for fucking pocket change man-what a damn shame picked em out the projects just to fund a couple projects if he die they keep the name you saying it’s insane I know they call it business tho get em out the mud then leave em with no residuals nipp him at the bud if he wasn’t selling the digitals sacrifice the soul to show em the grind is physical exactly what they wanted they ain’t even have to ask for you to throw away ya message just to make some extra cash I seen the process goin commercial is the thing if you started from the struggle you just tryna join the winning team but everything that gleam ain’t gold I thought they knew dat now the contract around ankles the shackles grew back no calming down but I already know this prolly too black the airways belong to payola the shit is wack-cuz we only hear the bullshit phonies on every track every number one lookin like I never heard of that what you get when you subtract the substance from the music a culture ass backwards fighting but feeling clueless that’s why they feel attacked when the lyrics hit leave em shoeless the truth I speak it fluently mind bent to congruency but please don’t let it all get misunderstood gon and talk yo shit if you gon come up witcho hood y’all ain’t tryna break no curses build some houses out the woods these are questions I prolly would ask to some if I could keep protection the faith in Allah. he keep me good keep it stepping I heard issa Marathon Understood. my weapon is my pen the swords ain’t lookin good betta hop up on the boat before I begin the flood the message I condone concerning breaking the mold and the concrete cuz we been chillin with the native souls progression is the code my sermon is overloaded with some bomb beats and guidance on how to take the control invested in my flows my mind running through track meets to find a better way to bring the culture back to home blessed the way my rhymes speak like Midas in the studio Gatsby had to freak it Quake Beats made it Gold

Sometimes I elevate other times I’m lifted
Look around and feel the hate on me because I’m gifted-I-
Had to hit another play I’m tryna go the distance I been looking for some better days I’m tryna feel the difference