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Elevator Musik
Hip-Hop/Rap
Elevator Musik foi lançado em 11 de junho de 2024 por CMYK Worldwide como parte do álbum Gas Gurus, Vol. 1
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Data de lançamento11 de junho de 2024
SeloCMYK Worldwide
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM166

Créditos

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Wilbert Gant III
Wilbert Gant III
Composição
Jon-Tu Jordan
Jon-Tu Jordan
Composição

Letra

Never thought life would be like this At the crib, chillin' in my bliss
As I reminisce, smokin' all these spliffs. Treat my dreams like a wish
A pot of gold on my bucket list Yeah, you get the gist
From the D, but I had to adjust Never down on my luck
Me and Dos' like the blunts. Trigger flow like a missile
Watch how I blow this shit up Put my name on the mighty dollar
In Swank we trust Just cause I'm worth that much
But it's never enough Off the cuff, nomad
Always been tough No love, more lust
I just say what I want My conscience weighs a ton
Don't carry no empty guns I'm just my daddy's son
Groovy on this wave Cause when there's a will
There's always a fuckin' way Cause when there's a will
I'm just my daddy's son Groovy on this wave
Cause when there's a will There's always a fuckin' way
I said, I'm tryna change the game So y'all can remember the name
I said, I'm tryna change the game So y'all can remember the name
I said, I'm tryna change it It's major
Yeah, a small portion of my mind be lost But I stay locked in, comin' into the vault
Victory to the man with the stride in his walk Keep my head held high, listen up when I talk
Open up when I enter, shit So I can part the red sea
Like I'm walkin' on water how I'm ridin' on this beat
Godly, they like gah-lee, Who gon' stop me
Need a red dot with thirty shots Maybe Bruce Lee
Brutal man, I get crucial man Clean as dapper then
Only thing I ever sold was weed Not a trapper, man
Said my mama raised a motherfuckin' hustler I ain't never need a stove to pick up some work
What I spit is crack, ayy, ayy Feel it in my gums, just can't get enough
I guess I'm a junkie for that bass How my mind is numb
On the floor, I need extra space Let me iso up
If you start to count, then ain't no gettin' up
These punchlines got em' boxed up
Me and Swank like gas gurus We dieseled up, put the easel up
Stroke a genius, ain't no easing up Cut his head off, the last thing he heard was
Duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh
Written by: Jon-Tu Jordan, Wilbert Gant III
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