[Hook: Tshego]
I’m coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
‘Cause I’m coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors

[Verse 1: 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 fu-Ck it, it’s a lifetime and a minute too late for them
I listen to the beats that were made for me like I’m made for them
I’m always grinding
I never pick up the telephone, I set the bar
I set the pace and I set the tone
I took them off, on every record they get me on
I’m a man of balance it’s only right I get left alone
I reconcile 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 motherfu-Ckers should look into
My nigga made a silly move and it’s breaking my heart
Makes me wonder if all his motives were fake from the start
I mean God’s got a lot in store for me and I’m stacking up and I’m getting rid of whoever shaking the cart
I’m sorry I’m just looking out for my future kids
Not to say I’m not grateful for all the things that you did
I love you for being cool with me, practically moving in
If you’re willing to fix yourself then I’ll empty your room again
Trust me when I tell you it’s never too late
It kills me how you just figured it’s just better to hate
I bet it kills you when you realize I’m all about my paper
I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming

[Hook: Tshego]
I’m coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
‘Cause I’m coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me

[Verse 2: Riky Rick]
Listen, uh
I couldn’t see my mama on her birthday
I’m feeling bad ’cause that’s the woman that birthed me
And she’s the one that let me hustle in the first place
I hope she understand I’m hustling for first place
I thought life is easy after you blow up
I guess life is harder when you’re a grown up
I’m stressed out, I’m thinking bout what to do
When I started rapping it wasn’t about the moves
It was about copping sneakers and macking hunnies
Now it’s all about hype and making money
And plus I’ve got the taxman tryna take it from me

I’ll probably never make a real million in this country
I know a lot of rappers who are bubbling in the hood
I’m in a nice house they struggling in the hood
So when they see me shining, they probably thinking I’m good
But I would rather chill with my children instead a club
This year was fu-Cking crazy, I’m hoping I win a SAMA
And even if I never, I know it’s not about the numbers
I did independent, I did this shit by myself
They saying they put me on, they put on themselves
And I ain’t talking sales but if these niggas talking sales then niggas couldn’t talk about this
Shit, I swear they’re pulling me down
Mama told me I should smile when they frown

[Hook: Tshego]
‘Cause I’m coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
‘Cause I’m coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me
They feeling me, they feeling me, feeling me, feeling me