Elevator Freeverse by Blackback Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Blackback ‘bout to snap ‘cuz
Born inside my brain, a writer
Beat be the canvas and I’ll be the fighter
Step in the ring I’mma light this shit up
Bottom be kissing the canvas, bitch tits up
Toto no longer in Kansas
Dorothy fightin’ a twister that’s making advances
Hands up for the nigga with his bands up
Sends shots I’mma give ‘em an answer
Tryna devil dance with the dancer?
Tryna pull rank on the master?
Take a fucking seat
The doctor will put you to sleep
Suggestin’ a diet of dirt to eat
‘Bout to body beats and bag a fan
My oh my he back again
Switching flows like goddamn
Switch it slow like bam
[Verse 2]
(Call it how it is.)
Shoutout to Future
Sound of the flutes, suit ya
I’m slaying so many niggas gonna need a suture
To a hater the feeling is mutual
Fuck you to you too, sir
I’m blaring this shit in the Toyota Cruiser
I be on highlights
And you be on bloopers
Fuck ya feelings
I’m back on killin’
This shit is ill and
I’ll be a millionaire. (hah)
I’ll be the subject of stares. (yah)
Enemies kissing my ass like a chair. (huh)
Leaving them shits in despair. (yah)
On the up and up
Guinness in my cup
Finishin’ it up
Headed to the first
Never runner up
[Verse 3]
But I’m running, running to the top
And I’m gunning, gunning to the spot
And I’mnever gonna drop the ball
You wish on my fall
I’m breaking a jaw
My fist I’mma ball it
Throw shots like a baller
Brake shit I’mma brawler
Bake bread make dollars
If I said so that’s solid
If I said so that’s solid
If I made shots I called it
First I be’s on fire
Last I be’s a liar
I’m taking it higher
I’m moving my music right out of the basement
Underground to the pavement
Mediocre to the greatness
Blackback ‘bout to snap ‘cuz
Born inside my brain, a writer
Beat be the canvas and I’ll be the fighter
Step in the ring I’mma light this shit up
Bottom be kissing the canvas, bitch tits up
Toto no longer in Kansas
Dorothy fightin’ a twister that’s making advances
Hands up for the nigga with his bands up
Sends shots I’mma give ‘em an answer
Tryna devil dance with the dancer?
Tryna pull rank on the master?
Take a fucking seat
The doctor will put you to sleep
Suggestin’ a diet of dirt to eat
‘Bout to body beats and bag a fan
My oh my he back again
Switching flows like goddamn
Switch it slow like bam
[Verse 2]
(Call it how it is.)
Shoutout to Future
Sound of the flutes, suit ya
I’m slaying so many niggas gonna need a suture
To a hater the feeling is mutual
Fuck you to you too, sir
I’m blaring this shit in the Toyota Cruiser
I be on highlights
And you be on bloopers
Fuck ya feelings
I’m back on killin’
This shit is ill and
I’ll be a millionaire. (hah)
I’ll be the subject of stares. (yah)
Enemies kissing my ass like a chair. (huh)
Leaving them shits in despair. (yah)
On the up and up
Guinness in my cup
Finishin’ it up
Headed to the first
Never runner up
[Verse 3]
But I’m running, running to the top
And I’m gunning, gunning to the spot
And I’mnever gonna drop the ball
You wish on my fall
I’m breaking a jaw
My fist I’mma ball it
Throw shots like a baller
Brake shit I’mma brawler
Bake bread make dollars
If I said so that’s solid
If I said so that’s solid
If I made shots I called it
First I be’s on fire
Last I be’s a liar
I’m taking it higher
I’m moving my music right out of the basement
Underground to the pavement
Mediocre to the greatness