Juice Magazin - State of Elevation lyrics

[Verse 1: Dillon Cooper] It's bout to be a state of elevation Because the underdog is eatin' cus I'm starvin' like I'm Marvin Yo, emaciated overdose Ya never know the feeling that I get whenever I see the same b**hes who play Dillon come on Facebook catchin' feelings I'm appealin' now they feel the sound Tryna get a feelin' on my dick so she can stick around She just think I'm different now Tatted up, Braces gone, tell the b**h leave me alone Only thing she want is for the kid to f**ing take her home And lay it on the table, hop in the range, the game is changin' up Switch it and I'm dangerous, Michael Jackson's angel dust Pardon me I'm Harley with these lame MC's that's on me And I'm jammin' out like Marley with the b**hes blonde as Barbie [Hook] State of Elevation, now I'm levatatin' Raisin' stakes and Angel Lake, Weed got me feeling great Floatin' on a cloud it's amazin', Jimmy purple hazin' Takin' over nations, we mutha'f**in' blazin'! Hey, We levatatin' Raisin' stakes and Angel Lake, Weed got me feeling great Floatin' on a cloud it's amazin', Jimmy purple hazin' Takin' over nations, we muthaf**in' blazin'! [Verse 2: Dillon Cooper] I said our friendship's s** and party, after s**in' she was textin' Her bestfriend cus she want next and I'm sure she gonna get it With this modern day Mike Seaver, Martin, she was Gina Told her Syanora it was really nice to meet ya Now, it's on to the next one, learned the life lesson f**'em but don't love'em so the next day I ain't text'em It's closed by Anonymous, haters wanna try'n be us Doo doo doo doo doo, now interested in the politics The only thing I wanna do is body the game, remember the name Dillon Cooper the Dark Knight, bra** knuckles and knife fights Get light and Harlem shake, coops time to dominate The show is on the road, my pockets swollen up, them big bills Always gotta stay Trill, red light, pop'em off Top spot to knock'em off, take over like Hijackers Detonation, coming faster, blowin' up, we ma** attackin' Stevie Wonder, bout to blast it, k**in' all these whack a** rappers [Hook] [Verse 3: Dillon Cooper] Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up Call the muthaf**in' cops, they don't pick up I got the Ammunition in the system, making hits, get rich and b**hes on my dick man, it's sick man, I'm livin' this It's wicked ta wick a b**h, lick a cli*oris, I'm feelin' it Hit a little voodoo child, lay guitar the Hendrix style Blood and sh**, texting Stevie Ray Vaughn, Genghis Khan An emperor, now cobra Jamaican n***a flexin' ya Brooklyn is the best in this, haters who need evidence I'm sellin' it all separate and buildin' money like Tetris Irrelevance, my detriment, body baggin' perfection It's expression (?) express, n***as get left Guitar on my chest spittin' that depth, you heard that I'm Coming for heads and cuttin' ya neck, better speed up, you 'bout to get left Sick with the rhymes come with a crime crime, murdered the track, I'm doin' some time Sick with the rhymes, crook with the crime, murdered the track, I'm doin' some time [Hook]