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on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw

We get ignorant in

And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now

that's a red flag (woo)
Jada out here still makin' Will look stupid (she is)
She said when he fuck her she don't like the way that he do it (aww)
I'm

the good times when they're there 

And we wonder if I'll live with any lover 
Or spend my life alone 
And the bartender is dozing 
And it's getting time for

Rand - Eli Marcus, Moshav Band
Pumpidisa, Yoni Z - That's it Alphabetically
Wait! What about Yaakov Zeines and Zusha! and Yossi Zweig

When it rains it pours
It pours
It rains
And the water's off cause the bills ain't paid so fill it up

When it rains it pours
It pours
It rains

so I

Get paid



Make 10 bands 

A week

Up in the D

Right where

The lions play



Play by play

I run it up

The middle

Call me D’Andre



Swift

Ladies and gentlemen
It turns out I was wrong about my future
My revolution will be televised
And to quote the Hindu scripture
Now I am become death,

Yuh
This is Antifreeze part three, part two
Yuh
Young Eli up on this track
Up in the stu, up with your boo
Yuh, I gotta fan up in my room
Yuh, aye

Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'
But how we grind, it make the weather change for us
We roll through, but we never change for 'em
So

and dream that anything's permanent.

Even back then the beast of uninvited change insisted itself in, and look here it still hangs 
but when I was young I'd

And he always worryin' if his sneakers clean
Now when them niggas slidin' through
He wouldn't make em leave
Jewelry and all he wanted to
Do was live

don’t have
Working young at BK, greasy uniform and hat
Hustlin for low wages, making whoppers in the back
Take what my boss makes divide it by 5, cut that

a crescendo
I see more and more people tryin' to come see what Eli hit for
Black with too much info, it's a cold, cold world

And I got a mink on
I just lost

the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when day is through
Yes, I admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine
I walk

demons and shit
And I can never stop the hustling they got my boy in the box
Fuck the feds long live flip and free my young nigga Fox
Fuck all dem percs I

and a band
And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his

zues
When I'm outside it's like i gotta screw Loose
Cause my brain only focused on the fame
Everyone I know  forget there names
So imma let it rain
I

take it out by writing
Wavy every song I make, I'm sliding
True talent's still hiding
I was too young to be caring about a status
Only thing I wanted was

I pray it rain bows
We gone pull up let it bang bro we ain't the bang bros
I've been looking at this life shit from a different angle
One day imma die

leave and come back it'll never be the same
Why do I gotta get High so I don't feel no pain
When days go by sober feels like hail not rain
Never seen this

nipples on the glass
It's the little things that keep you alive that's a fact
You wont need a side piece when someone really got ya back, no
You gotta

Swear some n***a's go ghost
They don't live by the code
That's a shout out to my young n***a's cause my young n***a's do the most

I was down by myself 
I