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Elevators
1,016
Hip-Hop/Rap
Elevators was released on August 13, 2016 by ℗ 2016 Aha Gazelle, LLC. as a part of the album Trilliam
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Release DateAugust 13, 2016
Label℗ 2016 Aha Gazelle, LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, I finally gotta ticket
And so do all my people with me
A lot less than when we started 'cause everybody couldn't see it
Remember they was talking down
Now they can't get in the building
There nobody give directions
So I had to use my feelings
[Verse 2]
I finally found an elevator
They told me that I wouldn't make it
I'm just thanking the creator
For all this sauce and extra flavor
[Verse 3]
This a song for everyone who gave up on me
Was supposed to fail but f'd around still made the D
D for dog off the chain like no slavery
Please don't hate on me, hate on the one that created me
Man I'm from LA but not the place that the Lakers be
It's Louisiana same place that the gators be
My music make you make the face you make when a baby stink
Y'all should understand by now that there is no changing me
[Verse 4]
I was doing this way before they was paying me
I gave my only nope enough to y'all like a vacancy
The one's who telling me to take a break when to break for peace
I see the son's middle finger always start off as peace
[Verse 5]
Man I finally gotta ticket
And so do all my people with me
A lot less than when we started 'cause everybody couldn't see it
Remember they was talking down
Now they can't get in the building
There nobody give directions
So I had to use my feelings
[Verse 6]
I finally found an elevator
They told me that I wouldn't make it
I'm just thanking the creator
For all this sauce and extra flavor
[Verse 7]
Many hits like Mick Mantle, God's gift from black Santa
Pro black but I'll still wear white socks with black sandals
Some of y'all need to tell the truth, telling lies is a bad habit
All that BS won't flush 'cause it really was too much to handle
Rest in peace Vickey and Polanda
Dear God, I really hate cancer
If you not a Christina rapper
Why'd you call to hang up?
I shoulda never answered
Green beans still in my pantry, rap good like bandanas
Dreams bigger than Rick Ross and I sing like Diana
Dear God I don't wanna fry, elevator on my way to heaven
Matter of fact God is leading like my fries French like Montana
They told me that the only way to get the win
Is to change like TV channels
But my remote control ain't got no batteries
[Verse 8]
Man I finally gotta ticket
And so do all my people with me
A lot less than when we started 'cause everybody couldn't see it
Remember they was talking down
Now they can't get in the building
There nobody give directions
So I had to use my feelings
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