Living life on this elevator

Don't need the weed to get elevated

These ups and downs keep me hesitant

To trust the people out there

Them steel doors just feel safer

Trapped in the box of my inner thoughts

So my imagination goes many places

Like "What if pigs really did fly?"

Or "What if we had nine lives?"

Or "What if animals had jobs?"

Or the sun was the eye of God and we fried

Keep realness all in my rhymes

Got lint-balls in my denim pockets

Take bullshit like Dennis Rodamn

I'm in the zone nigga who gone stop me

Not even at the top yet

And they sending them shots that got me feeling like Pac

All eyes on me but my eyes stay closed

Cause I don't really fuck with the shit I seen

Like the fake people, the electric cars, the common stars

The government seem to have room for y'all

So I stay alone in my mental bars

It's like "Down For Life" in this elevator

I'm elevated, laughing at the women that used to play me

Now my levels going up and they getting naked

Just save it bitch cause you had a chance and you played me

And I thank you, I take deep breathes through my fazes

And I go hard for this rap shit until one of you labels start paying

And I'll kneel down on this rising floor and I pray to Lord I don't fall off

Being alone in this boxed room created thoughts of blowing my top off

I try to play it cool but I can't

So I load the gun and I think

And the pain starts to fade away

And my brain always paints the shit I can't say

Sorry momma but these shifting floors got the best of me

These ups and downs keep neglecting me

Sorry you couldn't be sitting here next to me

I can't what the world has next for me [gun shot]