Elevated

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ralo] [?] baby we done elevated, we elevated All  them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating All  these niggas out here agrvating, they agrevate me Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it [?] baby we done elevated, we elevated All  them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating All  these niggas out here agrvating, they agrevate me Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it [Verse 1: Ralo] Jump  in the game like a refferee All of these hoes fell in love with me [?] that worry me Don't none of the hating disscurage me I  jumped off of that porch They did not give me no choice They used to [?] They didn't give me no remorse I put my [?] me [?] run this shit I told [?] I won't come again All of my niggas know Imma win The church told me I was born again He will not make me his son again I'm in the trap that them junkies in I serve them that raw, and they come again I sit in the back of that Coupe I do not ask for a roof I only ask for the truth Tell me what's happening with you I get that cash and I'm through I throw that cash to the roof I don't have nothing to do I don't have nothing to prove All of my niggas [?] [Chorus: Ralo] [?] baby we done elevated, we elevated All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating All these niggas out here agrvating, they agrevate me Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it [?] baby we done elevated, we elevated All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating All these niggas out here agrvating, they agrevate me Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it [Verse 2: Birdman & Ralo] Balling baby, blow a hundred racks Gravy baby, no twisting that Call my [?] nigga We came back, can't fade that We playing them niggas, and went shook back Bounce back in them catolacks No front nigga, with the hatchback Rag top [?] Situation got sticky nigga No front nigga [?] rich nigga We'll dump something, them bricks nigga We'll pitch something that gon hit nigga Fast life, and we hit licks Crash type, we ship ships Foreign lights on my foreign whip On Stunna Island with a hundred chips On Stunna Island with a hundred chips Birdman got a hundred whips Niggas ain't [?] for him [?] [Chorus: Ralo] [?] baby we done elevated, we elevated All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating All these niggas out here agrvating, they agrevate me Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it [?] baby we done elevated, we elevated All them bitches on us hella hating, they hella hating All these niggas out here agrvating, they agrevate me Why they hating and we bairly made it? We bairly made it