[Verse 1: Taelor Gray]
Went from Elevationist to an up-and-coming
Took a couple summers till they caught the undercurrent
My heart going till I’m listening to Lovesick
The record label crash when you leave without a compass
They run and tell they’re famous homies with a box of tissues
Cause when you don’t make music you can hide from all your issues
I’m rapping with my real name, this is not a metaphor
I don’t make no music that’s gon sacrifice my credit score
I don’t play no pastor just to get someone to trust me
I’m laughing when them fake goons try to come and shush me
Look I just say my peace and that just sound too personal
Staying independent so I can let these verses go
Met a couple brothers turn to lifelong family
So I don’t fight for mentions and don’t nobody manage me
Keep me in the skyscrapers dapping up the clouds
Cause I get the highest highs when no one else around
Look these clowns want the real and they can let me go
I’m chilling on the pleasantries and we can keep it cold
Only time I take the high road is on the way to Shiloh
You don’t want to see this part then you just keep your eyes closed

[Verse 2: Christon Gray]
Peace to the genre and peace to Obama
I pledge allegiance, comma
I love Drake but I’m a better singer and a better rapper
Better than Rihanna, Tame Impala said let it happen
No shade, I think Drake’s LeBron and Jay is Jordan
Far as Kanye, let me put it in layman’s form
Dude’s tryna stay important while he’s slaying corporate
But ya’ll ain’t praying for him, ya’ll aiming for him
Now nothing says forever like a diamond ring
So true, but I can see the other side of things
Some love you until they notice the irony
And some think that I’m a Cain, but I’m a king
Had a broken heart for breakfast and a dream for dinner
There’re some moments of reflection I need to consider
Game over, the labels froze my cash flow
That’s for the birds man, we’re flying south for the winter
Now I’m going west, won’t catch Fievel
I’m somewhere in LA with a Kodak smile
Me and bae in the Bay, I’m like the golden child
But I need to go home and see my oldest child Maya Blue
My other kids are my brother’s kids
Shout out to Tae, you know what it is
Now I’m back in the Bay, Oakland style
Shoes so raw, this is [?]
Yeah they be making beauty out of low-res files
Squint, shoot photos like a projectile, boom
Yo I need this to be beautiful
Picture perfect this is beautiful

[Verse 3: Jonathon Baker]
Before the beauty is gone, you gotta live it
Please don’t die with your song, it’s still in you
Don’t you know your life is a song, the globe need it
[…] your life’s a record spin worship ya’ll

[Outro: Christon Gray]
And a thousand words later x2
Beauty is me x2
And a thousand words later x2
Beauty is me x2
And a thousand words later
And a thousand verses later
Beauty is me x2