The Underachievers - Flexing lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Elevated, but you know that I be flexing Light shining off my aura every time I step in Elevated posse, hope that n***as get the message Nothing ever prosper against the living gods, please hold your weapons Fifty rolled when I show up, stacking bread, getting cold cuts Indigo yeah you know us from New York to Minnesota We got it locked, wait til this to drop, take it to the top Your sh** 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 I'mma cop it But that ain't 'bout this so I keep it out my topics Say you want the world? n***a go get it But first you got to deal with the man in the mirror Raise up your guns and pull the f**ing trigger That's your ego, dead, goodbye your inner sinner I'm rolling up and I'm floating up and I'm about to smoke again Blowing OG, that potent green, spark another one up cause we win Rest in Peace to my n***a Steez, don't worry 'bout it, get lit Roll another up for my n***a dawg, dedicate this one to the prince Riding through my city, plotting on a f**in' milli It's like 10k for a feature, here's my e-mail you can hit me UA f** the game up got these rappers looking silly Ain't no way to f**in' stop me, motherf**ers gotta k** me [Bridge] Elevated but you know that I be flexing [Verse 2: AK] New sh** for the lords, Nuiscance, nuclear bars Flow perfected, no flaws, a n***a merk her up, protected [?] 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 (Lord) Lord, forgive me for my sins, found 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' dog What's the worst that happens, bet you make it, dog Popped a tab and now I'm elevatin' yall Dropping tracks, puttin' rappers in the morgue 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 lord) 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 Hitting on some top sh** pine I'm 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 [Bridge]