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Elijah Rushin

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Yeah, Yeah
You already know
Uh

Light up the spliff
Cut the grass, kill the snakes, stop the hiss
Only born for one thing, to get rich
So I punch the clock in with my fist
They gone take anything but a risk
Bullet shots all down my list
Manifest what don't exist
Spin back round if I miss

Hot boy put a bomb in abyss
Time to turn all these haters to mist
Make Satan wanna slit his wrist
No malice the flow got clips
I be high everyday is a glimpse
For that Mary Jane yes I'm a simp
I know drug dealers, killers, and pimps
That told me to not jump over fence
This ain't for you Eli, no offense
Jump my ass in that booth and got active
For my family, grind turned savage
Time to fabric my ma-fuckin napkins
Too paranoid to be attractive
I been watching my back while stacking
I been saving all up for this rapping
Lets invest it and see what'll happen
Oh you Eli? Bruh who's asking?
Keep it short, I don't go back and forth
Back then they considered me dork
Now I'm hot and they girl on my torch
Fly guy never going to abort
I ain't landing I'm going up more
I'm a legend I been here before
I feel like I'm in a metamorph
From a city where it get gore
Hella yucky you know what I mean
It got dutty, I stayed with the team
Get my money up, blues and greens
I be cutting up, Wolverine
I been dropping them jewels to kings
Man I aim at the bull then ding
Yeah I hit bada boom, bada bing
Act fishy get turned sardine
Jelly fish gang get you sting
I got bars that'll pull up in dreams
I got angels to clip your wings
I'll blow this whole world up clean
Them boys don't really want war
Tell them boys that they all been warned
They don't want to see red and orange
Old geek kid straight out the dorm
But the school gone limit the intelligence
How to boss up? You know they not telling it
They ain't felling it, that's why they fail in it
Kids picked on me, cant dwell on it
Learned the scent of fake, I be smelling it
All that bull ish I be bailing it
Here my middle finger, go to hell wit it
I ain't tripping

I light up a spliff
Cut the grass, kill the snakes, stop the hiss
Only born for one thing, to get rich
So I punch the clock in with my fist
They gone take anything but a risk
Bullet shots all down my list
Manifest what don't exist
Spin back round if I miss

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