Heartache

[Intro:]Yeah yeah yeah
Elite Elite
Elite... Elite
Ya know[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs
Bigga then a nigga hittin the gym
Regular benchpressin the bar,
Ten steps up from yall, you could follow my lead,
If you shoot for the stars,
I guess you aimin at me
But please hold your applause
Yall holdin up the wall goddammit
Im on the flo
Good Lord, cant 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 wonderAye 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
Ill let Elite breathe, yeah
Ill let Elite breathe, yeah[Chorus]
Aye you aint gotta cry, dont worry bout me
I know it wont be long fore you know about me
My heads to the sky and
Im on my grind
Im reachin for the clouds, tryna take whats mine
Take whats mine
Hey, hey[Verse 2]
A dolla and a dream, thats all a nigga got
So, if its bout that
C.R.E.A.M, then
Im all up in the spot
Im just warmin up,
Im hot but naw
I aint flashin
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 talkin like they on the next level and shit
But Coles flow so cold,
Bet the devil get sick
How do you want it?
So sick I make you mentally vomit
These rappers askin for beats and they aint 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 didnt mention me on it
So now Im back in the kitchen , cookin
Im 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[Chorus]
Aye you aint gotta cry, dont worry bout me
I know it wont be long fore you know about me
My heads to the sky and
Im on my grind
Im reachin for the clouds, tryna take whats mine
Take whats mine
Hey , hey