Elijah Rushin - Jackpot (feat. Pinque)

Stay out the way
You know?
Yeah
Uh
Believing in turning my dreams, into natural things
Ain't a crown to come tell me I'm king
And I shine without bling
Yeah, bad chick take the belt off my jeans
She gone down, wipe me up, now I'm clean
Yeah, she say let's make a movie for all the bs you done be through and seen
Ouu, rendezvous
She say we did it before, she got proof
I can admit it, of course if it's true
I forgot we had did only fans in the booth
Ouu, dodging and ducking the goose
I been tied to the microphone, not setting loose
Ouu, my engine and turbo cahoots
Because I needed a new life, I needed a boost
Ouu, shoot, like a sky rocket
Took the hand off the wheel, realized god got it
Yeah this music I live for and die bout it
Yeah its rules in this world, I don't abide by them
And for food, my fam need the fine options
We gone stop all these noodles and hot pockets
Find another income, we are not stopping
Tryna live check to check, that is not profit
Get at it, spin at it
If you really want you'd been at it
See if you got to fail just to win at it
Everyday go ten times ten at it
Swear I look at the target and grin at it
Ain't no cap I wanna shot at it, brim status
Its success, but the haters wanna spit at it
But I shoot at that target, let it have it
Uh, Jackpot, remember OG up in that trap spot, telling me don't stop spitting that crack rock
And you know me, ball without a mascot
I don't need a court, ill do it off black top
You think I'm going back, not, I gotta have guap, my hidden stash box
Yeah it get cold like jack frost, wait till it's back hot
Screaming out jackpot, remember OG up in that trap spot, telling me don't stop spitting That crack rock
And you know me, ball without a mascot
I don't need a court, ill do it off black top
You think I'm going back, not, I gotta have guap, my hidden stash box
Yeah it get cold like jack frost, wait till it's back hot
Screaming out jackpot
Yeah
My life it's jackpot
Every time I wanna try, there's a chance
I'm gonna die
But my brothers gonna slide
I get low, I get back
You need money? Take mine
I don't really give a fuck
I feel like my life is jackpot, jackpot
If I die, All my brodie's gone slide, gone slide
I don't get back to the memories cuz I'm alright
I feel like I won my life, jackpot, jackpot
I came from nothing, I say it official
I thought my mother will never see me up
I'm in the studio, you see me cook up
I'm so sorry - you still in the trap house
I got big heart, I want you to drop top
You cannot stop if you wanna get jackpot
Tunnel vision, I wanna see that light
I wanna get my mother her own house
Jackpot, Jack Herer
Smoking my opps like a cigarette
I've been on my grind, my home like hotel
Now you see me winning life, what you gone tell?
They didn't believe, okay
Let's see what the crowd yell'
Jackpot, yeah
Only the winners
Jackpot, remember OG up in that trap spot, telling me don't stop spitting that crack rock
And you know me, ball without a mascot
I don't need a court, ill do it off black top
You think I'm going back, not, I gotta have guap, my hidden stash box
Yeah it get cold like jack frost, wait till it's back hot
Screaming out jackpot
Yeah

Written by:
Elijah Rushin

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