Yea, yea, yea

Elite, Elite Elite

Elite, you know yea

Yea, slim nigga, lyrically all my limbs bigger than a nigga hitting the gym regular

Bench pressing them bars

10 steps up from yall

You can follow my lead

If you shot for the stars I guess you aiming at me

But please hold your applause

Yall holding up the walls

God, dammit Im on the floor

Good Lord cant you see me getting down on a hoe?

And she drop it so low she sitting down on the floor

I never pound with the floor

In times I wonder, ay when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger?

Or will these hating ass rappers try and steal my thunder?

Ay this is big shit, pop it you gon’ need a plunger

To take me under,

Niggas in trouble

You looking at Lebron James of the game

I can do anything that you name

I can blaze any rapper in the game that your bring

Pour gasoline on the brain got the flame for that

So you hating niggas refrain from that

Alittle bitter because ur game is whack

I let Elite breath

Yea, I let Elite breath, yea

Chorus

Ay you aint gotta cry don’t worry bout me

I know it wont be long for ya heard about me

My head’s to the sky and Im on my grind

Im reaching for the clouds trynna take whats mines,

Take whats mines

Hey, hey

Verse 2

A dolla and a dream,

That’s all a nigga got so If its bout’ that cream then im all up in the spot

Im just warming up Im hot

But naw I aint flashing

I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion

And maybe I was too broke

Maybe Im just too dope

To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch

These niggas talking bout they on the next level and shit

But Cole’s flow so cold bet the devil get sick

However you want it, so sick I make you mentally vomit

These nigags asking for beats and aint even fit to be on it

I see them write about rappers I should be sick to my stomach

Because they talk nout the future but didn’t mention me on it

So now Im back in the kitchen

Cooking, Im meant to be one of

the greatest, no nigga seeing me this Century

uh and you hate it

look how I played it

Other niggas was dated

Under appreciated now Carolina is rated

Now I let Elite breath ye, hey huh-uh uh uh

I Let Elite breath yea!

Chorus

Ay you aint gotta cry don’t worry bout me

I know it wont be long for ya heard about me

My heads to the sky and Im on my grind

Im reaching for the clouds trynna take whats mines,

Take whats mines

Hey hey