(Dj Hot Murda)

Gold plaques on the wall, plus we made racks off the raw

If it ain't facts, then don't talk, I ain't fall back when it was war

They said I'm too much in the mix

I had to sit my dog down and tell him that it's nothin' that a conversation couldn't fix

Communication is a bitch

And when I hear the story, that's the same shit happen to Rich

It's a tradition, it's been goin' on before we even exist

While I'm drinkin' in Venetian with a white bitch on my hip

I'm on some Mike Tyson (Murderous mixtapes)

I wanna welcome you all to the east side of Harlem

They tend to forget

There's two sides to this sheet

You was a youngin on El Barrio 1

You showed growth on El Barrio 2

Now it's millionaire status for El Barrio 3, ****

Gold plaques on the wall, plus we made racks off the raw

If it ain't facts, then don't talk, I ain't fall back when it was war

They said I'm too much in the mix

I had to sit my dog down and tell him that it's nothin' that a conversation couldn't fix

Communication is a bitch

And when I hear the story, that's the same shit happen to Rich

It's a tradition, it's been goin' on before we even exist

While I'm drinkin' in Venetian with a white bitch on my hip

I'm on some Mike Tyson shit

The game cold, my name gold, been through all types of shit

I ran through bankroll and bankroll and I think I like this bitch

I never let no lil' popularity get inside my head

Shorty called himself a demon, he said he smokin' ****' deads

Know what's finna happen next, ****, the feds

Seen this shit so many times, that's why I tell my young **** get bread

More money, more problems just like Big said

Big bank take lil' bank, I need that big bag

As you can see

It's the elevation

We about to take flight

It's like wings, my boy

We don't make noise, we make moments

We don't chase trends, we set tones

This the type of music to remind you of who you are

Yeah, I had a great convo with Emory Jones when I was twenty-one

So much game installed when I was young

And at this time, I thought my life was slow, but, damn, a **** life had just begun

Just that back home was so real, I had to keep a gun

The moral part of me is beautiful, I love it to this day

I hate that me and Seagull fell out, I still love him to this day

I show him extra love today

'Cause if it wasn't for my dog, I wouldn't be knockin' down them hoes and kickin' down these doors

The way I kept this shit so real, I should've been got an award

That's why it's gon' hold us down just like the boy

A couple summers now, a lot of run-arounds, but, damn, a **** straight

I'm tryna make a couple million with this hand I gotta play

'Cause the cards that I was dealt wasn't always heartfelt

I gotta keep applying pressure, gotta give **** the belt

I miss you pops, ain't tryna put your baby mama in the sticks

I hope I make you proud, that boy too trim

(Dj Hot Murda)

When you press play

It ain't just songs

It's alignment

Every frequency has a purpose

This is what elevation sounds like (The murderous mixtapes)