Vapors (feat. Nasty C & Tshego)

I'm coming up like an elevator

Elevator

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

'Cause I'm coming up like an elevator

Elevator

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

I wonder what it means to hate them

I wonder if they aspire to be the faker friends

But fuck it it's the lifetime and a minute too late for them

I listen to the beats that were made for me like I'm made for them

I'm always grinding

I never pick up the telephone

I set the bar

I set the pace and I set the tone

I tip them off on every record they get me on

I'm a man of balance it's only right I get left alone

I reconciled with my father over some good food

He told me nothing could travel slower than good news

I never got the chance to make a mistake or a rookie move

My run up is a subject you motherfuckers should look into

My **** made a silly move and it's breaking my heart

Makes me wonder if all his motives were fake from the start

I mean God's got a lot in store for me and I'm stacking up

And I'm getting rid of whoever shaking the cart

I'm sorry

I'm just looking out for my future kids

Not to say I'm not grateful for all the things that you did

I love you for being cool with me

Practically moving in

If you willing to fix yourself then I empty your room again

Trust me when I tell you it's never too late

It kills me how you just figured it was better to hate

I bet it kill you when you realize I'm all about my paper

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming

I'm coming up like an elevator

Elevator

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

'Cause I'm coming up like an elevator

Elevator

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

Feeling the vapors

Listen uh

I couldn't see my mama on her birthday

I'm feeling bad 'cause that's women that birthed me

And she don't the one who let me hustle in the first place

I hope she understand I'm hustling for first place

I thought life is easy after you blow up

I guess life is harder when you grown up

I'm stressed out I'm thinking about what to do

When I started rapping it wasn't about the moves

It was about

Copping sneakers and mack-ing honeys

Now it's all about hype and making money

And plus I got the tax man trying to take it from me

I'll probably never make a real million in this country

I know a lot of rappers who bubbling in the hood

I'm in a nice house they struggling in the hood

So when they see me shining they probably thinking I'm good

But I would rather chill with my children instead of club

This year was fucking crazy I'm hoping I win a summer

And even if I never I know it's about the numbers

I did this independent  I did this shit by myself

They saying they put me on they couldn't put on themselves

And I ain't talking sales

But if these **** talked about sales

**** probably could't talk about theirs

Sure

I swear they pulling me down

Mama told me I should smile when they frown

'Cause I'm coming up like an elevator

Elevator

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

'Cause I'm coming up like an elevator

Elevator

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

Feeling the vapors

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors

The haters they feeling the vapors

They feeling the vapors