Yeah yeah yeahElite Elite Elite... EliteYa knowYeah, yeahSlim nigga, lyrically on my limbsBigga then a nigga hittin' the gymRegular benchpressin' the barTen steps up from ya'll, you could follow my leadIf you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at meBut please hold your applauseYa'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a hoAnd she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'I never pound with the flo, at times I wonderAye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hungerOr will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunderAye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plungerTo take me under, niggas in troubleYou lookin' at Lebron James of the gameI could do anything that you nameI could blaze any rapper in the game that you bringPour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for thatSo you hatin' niggas refrain from thatA little bitter cause yo game is whackI'll let Elite breathe, yeahI'll let Elite breathe, yeahAye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout meI know it won't be long 'fore you know about meMy head's to the sky and I'm on my grindI'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mineTake what's mineHey, heyA dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga gotSo, if it's 'bout that C. R. E. A. M, then I'm all up in the spotI'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashionAnd maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dopeTo rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitchThese niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shitBut Cole's flow so cold, swear the devil get sickHow do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomitThese rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on itI see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomachBecause they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on itSo now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatestNo niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate itLook how I played it, other niggas was jadedUnder-appreciated, now Carolina is ratedI let Elite breathe, yeahHey, uh uh uhI let Elite breathe, yeahAye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout meI know it won't be long 'fore you know about meMy head's to the sky and I'm on my grindI'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mineTake what's mineHey, hey
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Yeah, yeah
Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym
Regular benchpressin' the bar
Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead
If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me
But please hold your applause
Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo'
Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho
And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo'
I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder
Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger
Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder
Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger
To take me under, niggas 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' niggas refrain from that
A little bitter cause yo game is whack
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
I'll let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know 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
A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got
So, if it's 'bout that C. R. E. A. M, then I'm all up in the spot
I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin'
I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion
And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope
To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch
These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit
But Cole's flow so cold, swear the devil get sick
How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it
I see 'em writin' 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 niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it
Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded
Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Hey, uh uh uh
I let Elite breathe, yeah
Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me
I know it won't be long 'fore you know 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
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