Flexing (The Underachievers)

Let's go, Let's go Elevated, but you know that I be flexing Light shining off my aura every time I step in Elevated posse, hope that niggas get the message Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons Fifty row when I show up Stacking bread, getting cold cuts Indigo yeah you know us From New York to Minnesota We got it locked told us to drop, take it to the top Your shit flop They say UA hot Stop us, you cannot Came from the bottom, tornado done got us Now we sproutin' up tell em' kneel to the prophets Money ain't a thing, if I see it im'a cop it But that ain't bout this so I keep it out my topics Say you want the world? Nigga go get it But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror Raise up your guns and pull the fucking trigger That's your ego, dead, goodbye your inner sinner I'm rollin' up and I'm floatin' up and I'm about to smoke again Blowin' OG, that potent green Spark another one up cause we win Rest in Peace to my nigga STEEZ Don't worry 'bout it, get lit Roll another up for my nigga dawg Dedicate this one to the prince Riding through my city Plotting on a fuckin' milli' It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me UA fuck the game up got these rappers looking silly Ain't no way to fuckin' stop me, motherfuckers gotta kill me Elevated but you know that I be flexin' New shit for the lords Nuiscance, nuclear bars Flow perfected, no flaws A nigga Headed for the top and it ain't that far when you got a heart of gold to disclose the facades Playing shows 'til I float like a ghost on the stars Put a hole in the ozone, when the sativa L's blown (Lawd) Lord, forgive me for my sins Find the light looking with in My past life use to be dim But now I rose amongst these plans No I won't oppose you to make some bands Naw get a million bro, live while you can There's a whole world out there Waiting for you hands But you live without identity The enemy is chance - Uh What you waitin' on Get creatin' dawg What's the worst that happens Bet you make it dawg Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' yall Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the Back to back I'm spitting facts 'til they evolve Take charge like a spiritual force I thank god that my limits are crossed And face odds With the ending result feeling Oh lawd Young messiah ascending higher, walk through the fire - Uh No one told me that I'd be golden, holdin' desires Puffin' potent, that loud explosive, while floatin' through the white Sippin' potion The gods in motion when Sour Diesel's acquired Knowledge supplyin' the idle mind Perish if you outta line Lyrics like text, lil' homie Cause I spit foul all the time Hitt'n on some top shit pine Im a top chef cooking with the rhymes Feeling god-sent, not even in prime pop pens when I write a rhyme Now I'm poppin' cause I start the line Elevated but you know that I be flexin'