Byron Juane, Jon Keith - Elevate lyrics

Yeah, it's the young myth
Birth the King from a God that
Saw me off course and then me
Threw back in the cart
Turn rappers egos to Lord
Rapping kilos in verses
Then I'll sell it into the masses
That's Ronald Reagan with tactics
That's my confidence
Ain't no common sense within my continent
Eventually they'll try to screw you over
Practice abstinence pass 'em this
Mic game on the Exodus
I write all my checks for this
Please check for this, I'm next in this
I ain't got no, uh, enemies
I got fans in disguise
They throw my name in the batter
Don't want they hands in the pie
Not how I operate
I–serve all my dealing in line
If you heat-checking, I keep it cooking
My temperatures rise
Now all my ex girls want some closure
(Want some closure)
Y'all can't drive through, I ain't open
(I ain't open)
Young 'Ron did it for the culture
I ain't off-set, you know that I'm focused

Yeah yeah! Uh, hold up (yeah)
You must think I'm playing
With you silly sagget (You silly, silly)
Running with the fellowship
Like Frodo Baggins (yeah)
If you really 'bout us step inside the ring
Uh huh i could write a hook, but
Ooh, these verses sting, uh
Splish-splashing in sauce
Life changed with a cost
And now I work for the Boss
And yet, they saying we lost
He want bravery
I think they got like no balls
Yeah, blind to the key
That's that Ray Charles, uh
Our homies elevate i don't need to medicate
Let's set it straight we could take you out
Like tragic dinner date, you been a fake
I'm so sick of tryna' mitigate
We see that you tryna' simulate
And I don't really know who in the
Body or just in the building
'Cause the way they look at me
That ain't what I need
We gon' point it back straight to G-O-D
This be all that we'll be the casualty
God opened the door and made a masterpiece
I don't think they know what I'm 'bout to be
Leader of the new, ain't no doubting me
Ooh, that sound like pride, get that outta me
But I'm royalty, what, I'm proud to be-
-lieve that we can relate like CPT
Slide in like D to D
You can't tell me what I need to be
'Cause it all came so easily
Ride through them keys and He
Flowed that like needless be
Attitude on Eazy-E

Ayy, attitude on Kanye
I'ma cook that's flambé
Young 'Ron got that light skin
Ten, ten boy, through the block, hey
I saw all that blasé
And I play all that arcade
I eat good, and I sleep well
And I get my hydration, 'ation
So I drip-drop and swim through all the sauce
How I'm gonna flex and never ball?
Lemme turn the lightskin on
I've been a problem, get to solving
Get to carvin', get the strap, get the gat
Round the troops, round the army
'round this back
The way I get it popping, they don't care
I ain't got no time for that
I put city on the map
God been all up on my mental
He been on side like a cap
Blessings falling in my lap, Jon
You should run that back
Before I take these rappers under, put
That dirt up on they back, yeah