Correction Lyrics dirty elevator music by Erick the Architect

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You know what I mean?
Like I told the n***a, I'm like, "Yo, you know my body, my n***a, ha
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout
But you know how I get down, baby
Don't be tryna talk crazy over here"

I got the whole world on my hands now
Attitude, f**k it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pu**y, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song
With this bad lotto (Word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo

I got an energy problem, no, I got an enemy problem
No, I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia's gettin' me probably
Opposite of kamikaze, papi, your sh*t never dropping, stop it
Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang-gang
Body rotten, Gucci sweats while casket shopping
I'm possessed, the acid dropper, never lying
Ho, I'm designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I'm inclined to do
I'm sorry silly rhymer, your highness don't need no kind of boost
This is highly ignitable, riot inciting, frying my mind
Body with chemicals, why try? It's all in your mind
Red-eye flights, I'm goin' in raw, so let's roll the dice
[1:06], take your life for likes, I'm trife, I'm quite nice
Precise with knife, slice and dice
Inhale, exhale, close one eye then snipe
Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside
Nobody gets out alive (Nobody)
Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized
All I got is my balls, my word, my pride, her head fire
Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer, no sire
pu**yboy, eat fire, Flatbush, Eastsider

I got the whole world on my hands now
Attitude, f**k it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pu**y, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo

Yeah
Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble
Repeatedly hittin' your whip until it's been totaled
Please, lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober
My omens have only told me to focus on every quote
And expose every single soul with the motives of takin' over this globe
Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros
I'm bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I'm old
Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted, closed
These n***as is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like Ridd**k Bowe
I'm driven to pay the toll, you n***as is paper plush
You f**kin' with angel dust (Woo), we can't be f**ked with
It's nothin' to n***as, no discussion, I crushed 'em
Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier
Closure when the Yankees play they closers (Uh-uh)
Can't you see me? 3D, Tesla memory
Here's the melody, eat your sh*t, human centipede

I got the whole world on my hands now (Brrt)
Attitude, f**k it, like I'm caught with my pants down (What?)
You pu**y, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo (Hahaha)

See I learned a new word today, n***a
Triskaidekaphobia
An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen
That's why a n***a don't be havin' thirteenth floor on the—anyway
Most project buildings don't really get past thirteenth floor anyway, so it don't really matter
What's poppin', blood? You good, you good?
You click the thirteenth floor for me?
Ayo, thirteenth floor
Alright, eleven floor

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