Vapors

Im coming up like an elevator, elevator/

The haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors/ x 2

Nasty C:

They feeling the vapors, I wonder what it means to hate to them/

I wonder if they aspire to be the faker friends/

But f*ck it its a lifetime and a minute too late for them/

I listen to the beats that were made for me like Im made for them/

Im always grinding, I never pick up the telephone/

I Set the bar, I set the pace and I set the tone/

I tip them off on every record they get me on/

Im a man of balance its only right I get left alone/

I reconciled with my father over some good food/

He told me nothing could travel slower than good news/

I never got the chance to make a mistake or a rookie move/

My run up is a subject you muthafuckas should look into/

My n***a made a silly move and its breaking my heart/

Makes me wonder if all his motives were fake from the start/

I mean gods got a lot in store for me and stacking up

And Im get rid of whoever shaking the cart, Im sorry/

Im just looking out for my future kids/

Not to say Im not no grateful for all the things that you did/

I love you for being cool with me, practically moving in/

If you wiling to fix yourself then I′ll empty your room again/

Trust me when I tell you its never to late/

It kills me how you just figured it was better to hate/

I bet it kills you when you realize Im all about my paper/

Im coming, Im coming, Im coming/

Im coming up like an elevator, elevator/

The haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors/ x 2

Riky Rick:

I couldnt see my mama on her birthday/

Im Feeling bad coz thats that women that birthed me/

And she the one who let me hustle in the first place/

I hope she understand hustling for 1st place/

I thought life is easy after you blow up/

I guess life is harder when u grown up/

Im stressed out Im thinking bout what to do/

When I started rapping it wasnt about the moves/

It was about, copping sneakers and macking hunnys/

Now its all about hype and making money/

And plus I got the tax man tryna take it from me/

I'll probably never make real million in this country/

I know alot of rappers who bubbling in the hood/

Im in a nice house they struggling in the hood/

So when they see me shining they probably thinkin Im good/

But I would rather chill with children instead of club/

This year was f*****g crazy Im hoping I win a sama/

And even if I never I know its about the numbers/

I did this independent I did this s**t by myself/

They saying they put me on they couldnt put on themselves/

I aint talking sales,

But these niggaz talked about sales

Niggaz probably couldnt talk about theirs/

I swear they pulling me down/

Mama told me I should smile when they frown/

Im coming up like an elevator, elevator/

The haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors/