Eliyah T.P. - Goalie

Meditate namaste manifest all blessings
Praise to the universes, now I'm up like erections
Can't hear you lil dudes, smoking loud in our section
Ain't here to play games bitch I ain't iMessage

Stay by my lonely
Never more then one homie
They don't wanna see you to score, niggas acting like a goalie

Niggas and bitches end in the same way
Do dirt behind yo back then smile in yo face

Keeping one eye open like a cyclops
Niggas get a punch, then get a big head like a mascot
Buddhist but I'll still fold a nigga like a laptop
Cannon in my hand with a flash, call it snapshot

Got a way with words like I stole a dictionary
Lines colder than Detroit in the mid of February
Done chasing rats, like it's fuck Tom and Jerry
Am I ever out of Zen? Tell a carnal nigga barely

Over 9000, niggas can't keep up
No white owls or backwoods, I give it to you blunt
Truth hard to take in, leave his dumbass stuck

In my city, niggas swipe but they ain't on Tinder
Wood after wood, but I'll never get a Splinter
Feel like a saint, but deep down I'm a sinner
Freak bitch want the tip but she ain't a Bartender
I been on this rap shit, bruh I ain't no beginner

Stoned out my mind, bitch I'm blowing moon rocks
Two G's on my belt, no Gucci, 2 Glocks
Money up to my knees, just like Tube Socks
All eyes on me, but I ain't 2pac

Nappy head Buddhist
Getting money like I'm Jewish
3.6 GPA but I still go Stupid
Will I let the hoes get to me? Stop being Foolish
Going hard in the paint when it come to this music

Written by:
Brandon Russell

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