Elijah Rushin - Jealous Boys

Woah, damn brodie look how much you made
They treat you like slave
Let you die on yo grave shift
Fighting statistics gone get out the basics
This my own speed, ain't no one I could race wit
I saw the truth in the mirror, I faced it
I saw yo bs and quickly erased it
Money don't make me
I'm always gone make it
When you in the struggle
You got to embrace it
Huh, I'm out here learning the hard way
Young and hard headed, I don't give a damn what y'all say
Plotting on me, hope his skull break
Since he wanna take the time to think about me all day
Just had a hotel party
I had it smelling like skunk in the lobby and hallways
I don't get drunk, I let y'all drink
Got my own two heads to worry about, F what y'all think
Boy I been real in this ish
You been lying through your teeth, need a filling in it
George Foreman for the rappers
I be grilling them quick
It's either money or them, make a mill in this bih, goddamn
Damn Brodie thought the flow was dead
Jump out the casket, put red dot on yo head
Ain't gone do nothing, I just seen you was scared
Plus when you sleeping boy you see me like Fred
On the edge is why I been out of bed
Had to shift my head trying to seek for my cred
Because sweat dripping, tears dropped, I done bled
But they can suck my middle finger instead
Uh, think it's a game, it get bloody
We steal yo controller and console for thinking it's funny
If you wanna trip let's get clumsy
Ole trash ass rappers bruh tell em to dip before we dump em
Dope ass bars for these junkies
I ain't never ever trap with these bars
If I did, block pumping
I'm hungry my stash box munching
Flow sound like Sasquatch coming
Lames
Uh, popped out fast
Since yo ass wanna see me so bad, now you running
Now I'm like damn Brodie, them boys is unstable
My eyes is on you like it's Netflix and cable
That little bug off Matrix, bruh I'm at your naval
Yo vision, yo spinal, yo fingers, your facial
Feed you to gorillas, the apes tell me thank you
You nothing but play food, they toss you and taste you
Oou, think you strong boy yo muscles ain't safe too
Boy they leave you weakened, like yo name was Abel
Woah, mob with my guys, my fellas
We fly, no lie I'll put ya legs in the propellers
It ain't ish you can tell me or tell us
You could advertise all damn day, it ain't ish you could sell us
Straight from the world of rebellious
Where the cops let us go when they smell us
Oh boy I'll tell ya
My life still rough around the edges
How the hell is these boys still jealous
I'm like damn

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Elijah Rushin

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