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Elevation

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Elevation foi lançado em 29 de agosto de 2024 por Trap N Stack Entertainment como parte do álbum Therapy, Pt. 3

Informações da música

ÁlbumTherapy, Pt. 3

Data de lançamento29 de agosto de 2024

SeloTrap N Stack Entertainment

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Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM95

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LETRA

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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Robert maxford Ingleton

Robert maxford Ingleton

Composição

Letra

Stay real to the bone like marrow

Always had to watch my own back like my shadow

Pussies wanna catch me at the lights like Harrow

Switch it on them and have 'em staring down the barrel

Shit was never easy for a G, I was really in the street

Tryna be all I can be, make some quarters from a key

Man talk like they're deep but they're shallow

You ain't never been snitch on and have to switch on Caro

Petrol bomb a yard, late night, fuck Caro

Stupid old bitch, I was tryna feed my fammo

She might understand if she saw my situation

When I hit the roadside, there was hesitation

But I did what I had to do for my situation

So if it's for the fam, fuck it, ain't no limitations

Man will leave him shaven

Broken, man will break him

Leave him on the curb in a pile of blood, shaking

English yute, big zoot cah my roots Jamaican

And that's how we deal with frustration

Man want me sitting up in prison for the summertime, baking

That's why I've been like "Fuck 'em all" lately

Pockets went slim like Shady

If it weren't for the gym, I swear I woulda went crazy

But fuck staying home, being lazy

Sitting on the sofa, drinking Baileys

I be outside like a stray dog with rabies

Telling me she love me, babes I've been living ugly

And I can't be your man, I'm tryna bang and get this money

One man gang but still loyal like Sully

From the jungle, every day we used to rumble like your tummy

Pussy comes last but it's my number one hobby

I'm in and out fast, bareback with no johnny

I ain't even sorry for the hearts that I've broken

Loving me's like throwing your heart in the ocean

From start, man been rolling like suttin's to be proven

So even when I took L's, I was never losing

I learn and move on, get some more food gone

Been on road for too long, need to sing a new song

Ain't no discounts on road, freebies or coupons

Try talk to these yutes but most of them are too gone

I just cruise on, keep my ting certified

Bad memories and past tragedies left me hurt inside

It's a dirty life but we're tryna go clean

So stressed, I robbed a man's crop and smoked the whole ting

But God willing, shit will change for the better

Been through the storms, seen the craziest weather

Heart started soft, now it's tough like leather

Still pouring out liquor for my bredda

Still pouring out Henny for my dead dargies

Pray the future's full of peace with no skeng barking

Brown ting in the passy, said she ain't talking

She know the works man's mashed, couple big charges

If I get it for the low, I give my friend a bargain

I could never get rich and leave my friend starving

Give me space when I move, I need ten margins

Need to buy a big house with like ten gardens

Still pulling up weed but we ain't farming

Straight facts, why they gas like them man are farting?

Tryna make the best out a bad situation

Watch your back, man are stabbing like Jason

The struggle with the street fascination combination

Got youngers on the roads strapped up for elevation

Started making music, fell in love with my creations

We need more hobbies, less shotties and three-eighties

The roads gone fucked, got me praying for my babies

Written by: Robert maxford Ingleton

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