[Verse 1: sIMple]
Roll up to the head shop, roll up to the next spot, roll up at the next spot
Nike underwear everyday like this a sweatshop
Sweatpants Sinatra, to the hotties I'm Don Bishop
Elixer liquid and syrup, pour up some Sprite and just stir up
See the fuckin man when I'm looking in the mirror
It's clearer the chandeliers, only fearing the fearless who darker than whiskey spirits
Dodging these shifty creatures, who's hiding amongst the faaaans
Talkin shit from the bleachers, Im the mother fuckin man on ya features
Who's that guy? It's Simple bitch
Groovy movie viewing doing things we ain't supposed ta
???? to the petal the petal already rolled up
Heady as the top of ya shoulders
Would ????? or get the rest of this metaphor
I met a whore in the Metro Station she Extra Asian
She said she Tia but she High thats why this lands the Genghis
Seven Grams of stanky, joints fatter than Bronsons pinky
You mother fucker you

[Chorus: Nico]

I ain't a joke I write my shit with a passion, music is in my veins so when I bleed its a work of art
And thats what makes us different, so on the way to the top all I'm hearing, is elevator music
Yeah yeah, its the elevator music
Its the elevator music

[Verse 2: Callon B]

Keep it calm sit back, enjoy the show, like a peeping tom
Deploy the smoke, heating bongs, when It's out catch me eating Chongs
Eat the wonton beneath ya thong, uh
MyZtical JunkieZ, cynical hunk he's
The typical one we, belittle your whole team
Literally nothing, me and Simple split a whole thing and have your bitch spread open in a onesie
Hoe it's Dank Williams, reggie rappers give me head aches, I can't feel em
Go bananas on the track like you can't peel em, you hear the scent of my green when I'm in the building
Head cleared up I'm a weird fuck, hotter than the middle of June wearing ear muffs
I don't fear much and I don't hear nothing
So roll up, and keep the beers coming
Gazing at the Blue Moon, seeing who's who
Who got my back, and who will use you
Got a text from my Ex she thought I wanted to see her
Hit her back and stood her up, I don't play that woulda coulda shoulda stuff
I mean I woulda fucked but if you ain't putting out then I ain't putting up
With you........it's through, uh

(It's the Elevator Music!)

[Verse 3: Pablo Pacino]
Uh, a n***a lying if he say I'm bluffing, as you can see in my circumference its nothing but thuggin
In and out this trap because a n***a hustlin, bussin trine get off these crutches
My occupation daily be some paper chasin, and how could I be racist when my flavor mixed with black and caucasian
Why n***as perpetratin, steady hatin
I'm headed for the top and yes I'm gonna make it, the money shit to me is basic
Been laced with documentation, and muhfuckas can touch all the stars if they just patient
But Toven baby, is something you won't do so just face it
But can't you see, its me, been over seas and smokes Jamaican weed
I'm easily the best at what I'm doing, coming up so I can be the truest
I'm fluent with my words, you misconstruent in my terms
Labeled as a nerd but really I'm the Trillest
Simple sickness in my position of magnificence
Get a glimpse of how I'm living, Pablo Pacino probably counting up C-Notes
While this bad bitch I'm with deep throats her pussy sea soaked
And I might just scuba dive as I deep stroke
It ain't a game this ain't the pre show
I will be in a all black pea coat pull out the pistol let the heat smoke
Ooh wee n***a let the weed blow!

[Chorus: Nico]