| It’s 'bout to be a state of elevation
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| Because the underdog is eatin'
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| 'Cause I’m starvin' like I’m Marvin
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| Yo, emaciated overdose
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| Ya’ll never know the feeling that I get whenever I see the same
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| Bitches who play Dillon come on Facebook catchin' feelings
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| I’m appealin' now, they feel the sound
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| Tryna get a feelin' on my dick so she can stick around
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| She just think I’m different now
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| Tatted up, braces gone, tell the bitch leave me alone
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| Only thing she want is for the kid to fucking take her home
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| And lay it on the table
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| Hop in the range, the game is changin' up
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| Switch it and I’m dangerous
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| Michael Jackson’s angel dust
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| Pardon me, I’m Harley with these lame MC’s that’s on me
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| And I’m jammin' out like Marley
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| With the bitches blonde as Barbie
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| State of Elevation, now I’m levatatin'
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| Raisin' stakes, it ain’t too late
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| Weed got me feeling great
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| Floatin' on a cloud, it’s amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
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| Takin' over nations, we mothafuckin' blazin'
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| Hey, we levatatin'
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| Raisin' stakes, it ain’t too late
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| Weed got me feeling great
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| Floatin' on a cloud, it’s amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
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| Takin' over nations, we mothafuckin' blazin'
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| I said our friendship’s sex and party
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| After sexin' she was textin'
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| Her best friend ;cause she want next
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| And I’m sure she gonna get it
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| With this modern day Mike Seaver
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| Martin, she was Gina
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| Told her Syanora it was really nice to meet ya
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| Now, it’s on to the next one, learned the life lesson
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| Fuck 'em but don’t love 'em so the next day I ain’t text 'em
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| Missed calls by anonymous
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| Haters wanna try be us
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| Doo doo doo doo doo, not interested in the politics
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| The only thing I wanna do is body the game, remember the name
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| Dillon Cooper the Dark Knight
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| Brass knuckles and knife fights
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| Get light and Harlem shake
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| Coops, time to dominate
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| The show is on the road
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| My pockets swollen up, them big bills
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| Always gotta stay Trill, rad life, pop 'em off
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| Top spot to knock 'em off, take over like hijackers
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| Detonation’s coming faster
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| Blowin' up, we mass attackin'
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| Stevie Wonder, Masta Blasta
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| Killin' all these wack ass rappers
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| State of Elevation, now I’m levatatin'
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| Raisin' stakes, it ain’t too late
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| Weed got me feeling great
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| Floatin' on a cloud, it’s amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
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| Takin' over nations, we mothafuckin' blazin'
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| Hey, we levatatin'
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| Raisin' stakes, it ain’t too late
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| Weed got me feeling great
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| Floatin' on a cloud, it’s amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
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| Takin' over nations, we mothafuckin' blazin'
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| Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
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| Call the mothafuckin' cops, they don’t pick up
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| I got the ammunition in the system
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| Making hits, get rich and
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| Bitches on my dick man, it’s sick man, I’m livin' this
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| It’s wicked to wick a bitch, lick a clitoris, I’m feelin' it
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| Hit a nigga voodoo child, play guitar that Hendrix style
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| Runnin' shit, Texas Stevie Ray Vaughn
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| Genghis Khan, an emperor
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| Now cobra Jamaican nigga flexin', yup
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| Brooklyn is the best in this, haters who need evidence
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| I’m sellin' it all separate and buildin' money like Tetris
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| Irrelevance, my detriment, body baggin' perfectionist
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| Expressionist and I’m goin' express, niggas get left
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| Guitar on my chest, spittin' that depth
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| You heard that I’m comin' for heads and cuttin' ya neck
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| Better speed up, you 'bout to get left
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| Sick with the rhymes, come with a crime
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| Murdered the track, I’m doin' some time
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| Livin' divine, sign of the times
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| Takeover, it’s Cooper nigga
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| State of Elevation, now I’m levatatin'
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| Raisin' stakes, it ain’t too late
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| Weed got me feeling great
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| Floatin' on a cloud, it’s amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
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| Takin' over nations, we mothafuckin' blazin'
|
| Hey, we levatatin'
|
| Raisin' stakes, it ain’t too late
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| Weed got me feeling great
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| Floatin' on a cloud, it’s amazin', Jimmy purple hazin'
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| Takin' over nations, we mothafuckin' blazin' |