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Elevated $horty — Memento Mori
Artist: → Elevated $horty
Elevated $horty — Memento Mori — lyrics
{intro}
(alex made this shit)
{verse 1: lil chri$ from da 616}
Off of the xanny, i can’t feel my face
Mixing the molly with the lemonade (hahaha)
I feel like i’m up in the milky way
Uppers with downers, yeah, that’s the best way
Srt truck, yeah, we doin’ the race (yeah)
Glock on my hip, i ain’t playing today (ugh)
10k in the booth, yeah, you know i don’t play
Flipping them packs it’s nonstop everyday (yeah, yeah)
Stack up a ten, then give two, to my gram
Paying her bills so she ain’t gotta worry (yeah, yeah)
Can’t wait till’ i drop a house for my family
Even though i won’t forget how they did me (yeah, yeah)
Right now, i don’t care, in the stu making heat
$horty and chri$, yeah, we going 3-peat (woah)
Okay, okay
Memento mori, bitch i’m taking your place (woah)
Smoking on cookie and hope that you stay
Okay, okay (woah)
Upping the glocky and letting it spray
Green dot, not red, you ain’t hindu today (woah)
Okay, okay
Chilling with $horty we counting some bread
Just had a bitch come and give me some head
Trynna put mom in that new cadillac
Memento mori, memento mori
You gotta’ die bitch, memento mori
{verse 2: elevated $horty}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I tell my youngings to keep up, get ready
Gotta’ stay working, no feet up, no fetti
I can stay starving and say i ain’t ready
But my father showed me how to maintain a family (right)
All of my life i’ve been trynna’ feel happy
Get to these racks boy it ain’t so relaxing (woo)
I feel like prince, i’m dripping in fashion
White picket fence, i want me a mansion
If this my last, they can’t imagine
If this my last, i was the captain (aye)
Sunk with the ship like it’s titanic
I hope the shit that i’m doing is gassy (yeah)
Hope that i make it before you start passing
Know that this rapping put me ina’ casket
Hol’ up, okay
Know that this rapping put me ina’ casket
I’m in miami and smoking on cactus
Tripping off acid, i thought this was kansas
Mixing them drugs, put you in past tense
R.i.p homie i hope that your laughing (hahaha)
Matching my fit with the sky cause’ it’s up then
Guac in my pocket, i’m eating more tracks then (go, go)
Thought we was done but we back like some taxes
Memento mori, i’m dying a jackson
Memento mori, i hope you ain’t lacking
Memento mori, remember the fact is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah (hahaha)
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