Elijah Rushin - Championship Rings

Uh huh
I think I want new tats
Spit some lyrics that match
Work hard and up my stats
Trophies come in a pack
Just more and more, stacked
Few setbacks to adapt
Then got it out the scratch
Uh huh
Put in that work I don't budge
I saw the grind, knew what it was
Uh huh
I really made it out the flood
I really got it out the mud
Uh huh
Uh huh
You just a braggy lil bug
I really do what it does
Uh huh
That slow money come good and up
But I really need it in rush
Uh huh
Champion rings, work for them champion rings
Back then, already knew what I had to go do
Just to manifest better of things
Brodie can't stop, you know gotta get to the top
I'm always on my game
You had to money to change yo life
But you went and brought sunshine for her rain
Grind for reasons I can't explain
If I don't work, go insane
Dropped to earth, to struggled dirt
I spit this verse, hope it all change
Keeping it humble in my H&M t-shirt, back then its was Hanes
I just saw a brand new vision from a few thousands I obtained
You just a joke, you be hating
Bro being broke is low vibration
Casting spells with the words you wasting
Mentally going through deterioration
Im awakened how you got smoke in the mirror and cant see where yo face is
You got to find yourself in that maze
And work hard for it, you'll come out amazing
Rockets
Uh huh
Put in that work I don't budge
I saw the grind, knew what it was
Uh huh
I really made it out the flood
I really got it out the mud
Uh huh
Uh huh
You just a braggy lil bug
I really do what it does
Uh huh
That slow money come good and up
But I really need it in rush
Uh huh
Tell me, is you wit it?
Every second and minute and hour, I'm trying to gain riches
From corporate business
And the music immortal the image
Im more of a artist, you more of a gimmick
It be stupid if I would not go and use what god done gifted
I run it like engine
When it come to these bars, switch it up
GTA, I be pistol flipping
Fully ammo, and not to mention
Well equipped
Its ain't no limit
Everyday, I feel so reinvented
Still authentic, could never be printed
Heart in every bar I invented
Old road, well cemented
Look mom we done permanently did it
Lets get it
Uh, rockets
Uh huh
I think I want new tats
Spit some lyrics that match
Work hard and up my stats
Trophies come in a pack
Just more and more, stacked
Few setbacks to adapt
Then got it out the scratch
Uh huh
Put in that work I don't budge
I saw the grind, knew what it was
Uh huh
I really made it out the flood
I really got it out the mud
Uh huh
Uh huh
You just a braggy lil bug
I really do what it does
Uh huh
That slow money come good and up
But I really need it in rush
Uh huh

Written by:
Elijah Rushin

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