I make elevating music, you make elevator music
I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Guess what they got a choice to make
Im washin off another plate
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
But when we scrap you gon make
J. cole runnin' late
Make the crowd go wild and make em panic
Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick
No key for release
Make like a tree and leave
Make it a war, ima make it my own,
You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone
I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose
Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes
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