Heartache lyrics
by Ski Beatz
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Elite, Elite, Elite, Elite
You know?
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Slim n*gga, lyrically, though, my limbs bigger
Than a n*gga hittin' the gym regular, bench pressin' the bar
Ten steps up from y'all, you could follow my lead
If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me
But please hold your applause
Y'all holdin' up the wall, goddammit, I'm on the floor
Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho?
And she drop it so low, she sittin' down on the floor
I never pound with the flow, at times, I wonder
Ayy, when they listen to my sh*t, man, can they hear my hunger?
Or will these hatin'-ass rappers try to steal my thunder?
Ayy, this is big sh*t poppin', you gon' need a plunger
To take me under, n*ggas in trouble
You lookin' at LeBron James of the game
I could do anything that you name
I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring
Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that
So you hatin' n*ggas refrain from that
A little bitter 'cause your game is wack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
Let Elite breathe, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you heard about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine, hey, hey
[Verse 2]
Hey, a dollar and a dream, that's all a n*gga got
So if it's 'bout that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot, but nah, I ain't flashin'
I never gave a f*ck about no high-end fashion
Ayy, maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular sh*t or bag a regular b*tch
These n*ggas talkin' like they on the next level and sh*t
But Cole's flow so cold, bet the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick, I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and ain't even fit to be on it
I see 'em write about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach
Because they talk 'bout the future, but didn't mention me on it
So now I'm back in the kitchen cookin', I'm meant to be one of the greatest
No n*gga seein' me this century, uh, and you hate it
Look how I played it, other n*ggas was jaded
Underappreciated, now Carolina is rated
Let Elite breathe, yeah
Yeah, hey, uh, uh, uh, uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you heard about me
My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind
I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine
Take what's mine, hey, hey