Yeah
We bless
Then we manifest
Praise the Most High All day
I’m giving thanks
Money tucked in sleepovers at the bank 2-5-8
F*ck what doubters think
In the past I was good
Future looking great
Now I’m past what is good I only deal with great
I had to stay down
For me to elevate
My whole vibe is solarized
Like Mega-watt
Paparazzi caught me in Palms Springs
With a Chinchilla
No sweat who’s the illest
Can’t find this work on Fiverr
This survivor turned a thriver
Been rocking like Todd Bridges in a trap house
Wrestle with these chickens that like to scream
Until they tap out
Sunday mornings with my team
Got’em eeking like a church mouse
A-D get on the box I’m throwing clippers at his eyebrows
God trained me to be great
My only fate is the faith route
All praises to the Son of Man
In a generation lost future grandmas bond with only fans
Player manuevers got’em doing Karma Sutra in some Supras
In 11th grade I was a self-made booster
Beefing with my momma
Plates thrown at Benihana’s
The man to be still at ease
Boy childish
At Cabazon the homies introduced me to the jungle
We was on some wild sh*t
No guap to shop in stores Looking for outlets
ELAyayvated the art
Out in the UK
Gaining pounds
Yup
Praise the Most High All day
I’m giving thanks
Money tucked in sleepovers at the bank 2-5-8
F*ck what doubters think
In the past I was good
Future looking great
Now I’m past what is good I only deal with great
I had to stay down
For me to elevate
Look all my life
I’ve been working to get this sh*t off the ground
Back then they ain’t believe
Now I found my sound
Them boys ain’t ill
They ain’t making no noise
Them boys man pu$$y
What we call’em?
Juwanna Mann?
I’m trying to cop
That Virgil Mercedes Benz And throw my logo on that h*e
Just because I can I’m still in debt
Because I dropped out of college
And Uncle Sam
He still want his bread
Got damn Bet
I got bills and sh*t
Rent due Lights and sh*t
Trying to get ahead but can’t get the upper hand
Got damn Picture me rolling
All eyes me
Feeling like ‘Pac in the Benz
Getting close to my dreams
Gat
Praise the Most High All day
I’m giving thanks
Money tucked in sleepovers at the bank 2-5-8
F*ck what these h*es think
In the past she was good
Future smashes looking great
Now I’m past what is good I only deal with great
I had to stay down
For me to elevate
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F.Y.I. Lyrics – ELAyayvate feat. Gatson