We the new, we the new
The new kids on the block, you others just food
Kill, then fill my skinny belly with hydration
Like Gatorade jellies so I
May elevate my ill game
Take me to a new shade of the color red I flame
From the light of your lit match
I take pieces from you, you, and you
Like Space Jam, I snatch
Something bigger, the better, the bigger, the better
More than you've seen ever
I'm Triple O, he's straight Z the letter
I'm a propeller and Z the wheel
Steering to the top where we will
Be a god on Olympus building up pressure til we blow
Like lava, these rhymes I spit are about to flow
Give us the light, give us the mic
Give us the stage and we K.O. this fight
Our destination is The Garden
Reservations are hardened in stone
I can't tell if you really truly can hear the excitement in my tone
But I am, but I am excited to hit the finish line
I've been doing the Usain running man
Me and Z, we be, one-two, while you're 3
I'm heading to the top like I'm in an elevator
Opening the door but I'm closing off the haters
And I won't stop til I'm at the top
Won't stop til I'm at the top
Movin' floor to floor to try and make it in an elevator
Up, Up, Up
Elevator
Take a look at me
See through all the hate, cause I believe
I'm rising to the top, if you're ready or not
Success is in the stars
... Wait a minute ...
Dreams are made from the fans that began it
So imma grab it, to have it, don't stop it, I'm topping the top of the world, writing names just to autograph it
Seems fame's a road
You don't know where to steer
Reach for the goals
Something far, not for something near
Cause I won't stop at all
I'm heading to the top like I'm in an elevator
Opening the door but I'm closing off the haters
And I won't stop til I'm at the top
Won't stop til I'm at the top
Movin' floor to floor to try and make it in an elevator
Up, Up, Up
When we getting to the top, I don't know
Who's gonna be there, me and you bro?
Let's get it
Been accustomed to royalty now my fing crown itches
Pant swag, crotch grab, respect
Bow down, bes
Modern day Americans are looking for quick fixes
To use drugs, not desire to raise them up
Stay strong, move along
Rarely fing up
Cause I got a tight grip in ethics in lesson
I don't teach for fear that each and one of you bes won't apply it the right way
So I continue to play my own tune
Go about it, blowing up a big round balloon
Used as an elevator, I'm a star chaser
The harder I rap, the larger it inflates
Creating space between me and the ground
Heights where quiet is a sound
Standing at the edge and all I can think about is
Jumping, I'm Jordan, I'm soaring, I'm already flying, you boardin'
Up, up, the stars I must touch
Cause reaching the clouds just ain't enough
Young Loooch
I'm heading to the top like I'm in an elevator
Opening the door but I'm closing off the haters
And I won't stop til I'm at the top
Won't stop til I'm at the top
Movin' floor to floor to try and make it in an elevator
Up, Up, Up
I'd dream of the year
I'd see my name up in lights
We won't stop at all, at all, at all
I'm heading to the top like I'm in an elevator
Opening the door but I'm closing off the haters
And I won't stop til I'm at the top
Won't stop til I'm at the top
Movin' floor to floor to try and make it in an elevator
Up, Up, Up

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