Lyrics Elevation - Lil Zay Osama, Benny the Butcher

Elevation

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm\n(Fatman, you did this?)\nWhen your homies feel obligated\nIt’s crazy when your homies feel obligated (Obligated)\nI was doin' shows, I wasn’t conversatin' (I wasn’t conversatin')\nMoney on my phone, bro incarcerated (Bro incarcerated)\nI can’t perform in the 'Raq, they yellin', «I'm dangerous» (I'm dangerous)\nGotta keep four or five sticks with me (Sticks with me)\nFoenem did shit to niggas, they tryna get with me (They tryna get with me)\nSigned a deal, folks still pokin' for six figures (Six figures)\nGotta move around, you ain’t tryna get rich with me (Rich with me)\nFoenem on dumb shit, they takin' niggas' chains\nEverything them niggas do it fall on my name (It fall on my name)\nCan’t be around broke, that shit fall on my name (Fall on my name)\nOpps slid through and scored, that shit fall on the gang (Fall on the gang)\nI can’t shoot no more\nTold my sister, «We up,» she can’t boost no more\nTryna argue on the 'Gram, I can’t scoop that lo'\nHit every bump on the road, why the coupe that low? (That low?)\nBig\nfor my sister, get her body did (Get her ass did)\nFuck the whole world except for my mama kids (My mama kids)\nCan’t be accessible right now, this shit Obama big (Obama big)\nCan’t invite no friends out here by my mama crib (No)\nIt’s crazy when your homies feel obligated (Obligated)\nI was doin' shows, I wasn’t conversatin' (I wasn’t conversatin')\nMoney on my phone, bro incarcerated (Bro incarcerated)\nI can’t perform in the 'Raq, they yellin', «I'm dangerous» (Huh?, I’m dangerous)\nGotta keep four or five sticks with me (Uh-huh)\nFoenem did shit to niggas, they tryna get with me (You know I had come tap in\nwith you, yeah)\nSigned a deal, folks still pokin' for six figures (You know I had to come fuck\nwith you, nigga, ah)\nGotta move around, you ain’t tryna get rich with me (Yeah)\nBefore this rap shit it was a quarter of white\nA two summer run made me larger than life\nI used to cut squares of work, too hard for the knife (Uh-huh)\nGave her a bus fare to work but she bought her a pipe (It's crazy though)\nIn class we ain’t go if you ain’t got a tool (Got a tool)\nNow my daughter in private school and designer shoes (Damn)\nFor my team I made a lot of moves\nI put them before me, as a boss that’s what you gotta do\nAt court for my man with this water on me (With this water on me)\nIn Louis everything and a quarter on me\nSat next to his mama, no warrants on me\nI’m too rich for that, me and the lawyer homies\nIt’s funny when these niggas feel obligated (It's crazy)\nBut collect the handouts, that ain’t how I made it\nTwenty-eight grams a ounce, that’s how weighed it\nHalf a brick in the house, that’s how I played it (Ah, let’s go)\nIt’s crazy when your homies feel obligated (Obligated)\nI was doin' shows, I wasn’t conversatin' (I wasn’t conversatin')\nMoney on my phone, bro incarcerated (Bro incarcerated)\nI can’t perform in the 'Raq, they yellin', «I'm dangerous» (I'm dangerous)\nGotta keep four or five sticks with me (Sticks with me)\nFoenem did shit to niggas, they tryna get with me (They tryna get with me)\nSigned a deal, folks still pokin' for six figures (Six figures)\nGotta move around, you ain’t tryna get rich with me (Rich with me)