Elevation

[Verse]
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 fuck 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