Elevate lyrics

by

FG Famous


[Chorus]
Just for a plate I'll do whatever it takes
If you ain't talking about money, get the f*ck up out my face
Every night I might not pray but I know God gon' keep me safe
I'm just tryna make a way, just tryna elevate
You claim you f*ck with me but damn you still stuck in the past
They smile in my face but they left a knife stuck in my back
Don't speak on a situation if you ain't stating facts
My dog caught a case, got fifteen years 'cause n*ggas rat
Lil b*tch hit my line like I heard your song all on the radio
You got me on speaker, lil b*tch you tweaking, you a messy ho
These n*ggas want beef in it, it ain't sh*t for us to let 'em go
Just copped me a rifle and this b*tch here came with a telescope

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm on a whole 'nother level, yeah
b*tch I be fly without feathers, yeah
Pull up, skrrt skrrt skrrt, ain't stopping my foot on the pedal
I just got me some new ice, yeah
My diamonds so wet up
f*ck around you can lose life, yeah
Get hit with that metal (grrah)
You better get on my level
Go ask bout the Youngan, they know that I'm pressure, yeah
I f*ck her good and dismiss her
Ain't cuffing no b*tch but they told me you kept her, yeah
My neck look like Fruity Pebbles
b*tch you gon' need help, if you reach, gon' meet failure, yeah
My eyes red like the devil
You cross the line, I'ma show you I'm a stepper
Slide to Atlanta, picked up a bag and shot a video
Then went to my interview full of lean, was moving really slow
After that pulled up on my lil b*tch, she a lil pretty ho
She ain't wanna let me smash, acting bad and I'm like really though
[Chorus]
Just for a plate I'll do whatever it takes
If you ain't talking about money, get the f*ck up out my face
Every night I might not pray but I know God gon' keep me safe
I'm just tryna make a way, just tryna elevate
You claim you f*ck with me but damn you still stuck in the past
They smile in my face but they left a knife stuck in my back
Don't speak on a situation if you ain't stating facts
My dog caught a case, got fifteen years 'cause n*ggas rat
Lil b*tch hit my line like I heard your song all on the radio
You got me on speaker, lil b*tch you tweaking, you a messy ho
These n*ggas want beef in it, it ain't sh*t for us to let 'em go
Just copped me a rifle and this b*tch here came with a telescope
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