Lyrics

[Verse]
Sky-high dreams, elevators prolly glitch,
City lights blinking, making my fingers itch,
Hustlin' on rooftops, ain't no stitch,
Thin line walkin', tightrope rich.

[Verse 2]
Flow tighter than a dollar store pickle jar,
Cruisin' avenues in a stolen car,
Doubt chasin', ain't even near par,
Money on the mind, wish upon a star.

[Chorus]
Elevador al cielo, ridin' till we drop,
Cash in the rearview, fears we swap,
Paradise imagined, bars we'll chop,
From the bottom up, we'll never stop.

[Verse 3]
Rhyme like a chef with a kitchen's fate,
Words sautéed, gourmet on the plate,
Critics be chirpin', salt in their hate,
Spit fire in windows, adjust the rate.

[Verse 4]
Waves crashin', stealin' kingdom's gold,
Timeless grind, never too old,
Backstreets callin', stories be told,
Smirk of a hustler, braver than bold.

[Chorus]
Elevador al cielo, ridin' till we drop,
Cash in the rearview, fears we swap,
Paradise imagined, bars we'll chop,
From the bottom up, we'll never stop.