Hook: Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E Finna black out like a night stick, E. Bitches wanna know how my life is. Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E Finna black out like a night stick, E. Bitches wanna know how my life is. Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick V1: My boy got that tool in a vice grip but I just walk wit the mic like a side kick Speak to me wrong then I just might flip When I tag muthafuckas thats priceless I been off the block, but I never stop Til I'm crossing that goal line Piss in every pot, fill it to the top I been popping this whole time Going ham for the bag, crunch time on the pad, boy, I'm greasy like pork rinds Don't connect with the fads, son I never lag, yo Check my progress when online When I touchdown that's an extra point but I keep rolling like an extra joint There's a new king in town that you must annoint And if you touch my crown, I'm straight to the point! I don't wrap my shit up in thorns tho My passion is flashing in rose gold I got this shit from jabbing, crushing pens and pads and beating beats like a porno (let's gooo) Hook: Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E Finna black out like a night stick, E. Bitches wanna know how my life is. Let me hit you with a little suttin ri-right quick Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E Finna black out like a night stick, E. Bitches wanna know how my life is. Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick V2: I float in this pool like I'm lifeless Make hoes drool at the lips when I pipe it Ain't gotta force me to lick cause I like it (yuhh) Glide in your warmth like an ice pick I am no pretender, best ta check ya temper, Cold as mid December Posted in the winter, snow is my contender, Overheat ya dinner Burn ya temple, force to you remember. Me! By some I go by E. To the rest, address me Elijah X. Don't believe what you see Just cause I look skinny, don't mean I won't FLEX! Check after check, stacking and rapping I been on the move since the day I was packing Chill in my groove like a vinyl relaxing When I'm on the cuts I'm a verbal assassin Fuck a tit for a tat, I don't own a gat cause I am a Mack, pop on every track Bout the spinach wrap, push it to ya cap You don't feel it yet, make it go braaaat Fuck the chitter chat When I speak you can hear me for miles I'm a U.S.-M.C. like Gomer Pyle But you better shoot my ass I ain't going to trial (nah) Hook: Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E Finna black out like a night stick, E. Bitches wanna know how my life is. Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick Tell em who's nice in a crisis, E Finna black out like a night stick, E. Bitches wanna know how my life is. Let me hit you with a little suttin right quick VIII: I'm copastetic on synesthetic I build on beats just to come and wreck it Stuck my neck out, I must protect it Now tell me what yo profession (woo) I'm over stressing this all progression Tryna make a milli in a millisecond Regurgitate rap; anorexic Saying you sick is so pathetic If you ill, I'm the medic but you're no better when resurrected Me, I came from the bottom and I make sure I mark niggas of my checklist. EXIT!

Hook: No swag, all sauce tho I'm drippin' See cherry tops on the block then I'm dippin Hit the hoe once and leave the bitch limpin Ima be blunt and upfront bro I'm slippin Yeahhhh I'm slippin, Feel a lil distant But you can call me master, I keep this shit whippin Slave to the game I ain't aim to be different But I fucked up when I changed my position V1: Niggas in the front, hoes in the back (FUCK IS THAT?) Poles in the trunk, gat in the lap (RUN IT BACK!) Hoes in the Lac, foes in the back (ISSA FACT) Eyes on my junk, hand in my lap (IMA MACK) I ain't een tryna to jacket, bitch, zip it up Shorties be actin' mad stiff when you pick em up We in the low low getting high til you had enough I'm tryna see that starfish when I'm in dem guts So bounce it, bounce it, bounce it Or I'm bouncing, bouncing, bouncing Word to me and every letter I'm pronouncing You can Lyft home, I'm not down for the lounging! Hook: No swag, all sauce tho I'm drippin' See cherry tops on the block then I'm dippin Hit the hoe once and leave the bitch limpin Ima be blunt and upfront bro I'm slippin Yeahhhh I'm slippin, Feel a lil distant But you can call me master, I keep this shit whippin Slave to the game I ain't aim to be different But I fucked up when I changed my position V2: Ima lil lit, shoulda got a Lyft (HOLY SHIT) It's a quick trip, yo I got this shit (IMA PRICK) Then I dropped a grip, fuck what I hit? (FUCK IS DIS?!) Cops on my six, now I'm in the sticks (SHITTIN BRICKS) I ain't een mean to, the stacks what I cling to Now I gotta pay mad cash when I swing thru This is scene two, bunk beds and clean room 3 square meals and window I can't see thru I ain't get no peace, but the work release Being locked up show you how much you miss the streets A little piece go long way when you never eat So I crunch every beat cause I gotta feast, my stomach weak Hook: No swag, all sauce tho I'm drippin' See cherry tops on the block then I'm dippin Hit the hoe once and leave the bitch limpin Ima be blunt and upfront bro I'm slippin Yeahhhhh I'm slippin, Feel a lil distant But you can call me master, I keep this shit whippin Slave to the game I ain't aim to be different But I fucked up when I changed my position V3: Yeah ya boi back and I'm running laps (WHY IS THAT?) I ain't got no Lac and my stomach flat (RUN IT BACK) Yeah ya boi black and I'm running tracks (ISSA FACT) Flow still in tact, don't get attacked (ISSA RAP) I only took small break, bitch fix it up No you can't blow in the interlock, give it up It's got a camera, so it sees when you pick it up Nahhh I don't think it records when you give it up So bounce it, bounce it, bounce it Or I'm bouncing, bouncing, bouncing Word to me and girl that be doubting When I inch it in ain't no time for the counting, E!

Hook: Life. I be living it. Dough. I be spending it. Trust. Y'all be giving it. I ain't giving into SHIT Life. I be living it. Dough. I be spending it. Trust. Y'all be giving it. I ain't giving into SHIT VI: (W.w.w.w.hen) My back was down to the ground no one came around All my dog and cats strayed and went homeward bound I stayed, not to lounge, but on the throne is a golden crown So in every town, you know Eli finna hold it down I'm on the mound, pound for pound, pitching til a molar crowned Pat em down, I bet you find a strap with the cap and gown Oh, you clapping now? Enticed by the trapping sounds Front, I back em down like pits in a fucking pound You can't cut the mustard clown, flustered when dey duckin rounds Pucker when you kiss the ground Or hush it when I puts it down Lip lock, don't make a sound Stop, watch, shawty foul I don't fight to throw the towel I’m raisin like the fucking Dow If you gonna hold me down, don't do it til fuckin drown I live and breathe what's so profound Niggas wreaking up the lounge Sniff em out like Bassett hounds Officers is clapping pounds Watch how you acting now The fans the fakest ones around Hook: Life. I be living it. Dough. I be spending it. Trust. Y'all be giving it. I ain't giving into SHIT Life. I be living it. Dough. I be spending it. Trust. Y'all be giving it. I ain't giving into SHIT VII: (N.n.n.n.igga) Please don't be hating, I'm caking from making statements There's no relation, if you ain't talking bout the payments You stuck up in the basement, recording and then relay it To SoundCloud for a favorite, when you stuck up in the matrix But I am not adjacent, I’m Jason with no chasing Leave death without the traces, so you could never come face this Remove ya mask with facelift, you done, got complacent Time to put in your places Black Rose where your grave sits Fingers interlacing I'm fluid in my stasis Batting for the bases If you really thought ya boy was basic I'ma cold hearted, fire starter Product of a drunken father Going farther So you can't Dodge me in fuckin charger It's harder livin’ larger, but to E it's not a bother I do dis shit honor, when I break you off proper Sponsored by the ganja, praise budhha wit the mantra, pahtnah Gotcha where I wantcha, I'm the spook that's always gonna haunt ya! Life...Dough...Trust.... Yo, that shit is a must Life...Dough...Trust.... Son, that shit is a must TELLEM! Life. I be living it. Dough. I be spending it. Trust. Y'all be giving it. I ain't giving into SHIT Life. I be living it. Dough. I be spending it. Trust. Y'all be giving it. I ain't giving into SHIT!!!

Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin'. Gimme dat lovin', dat lovin' some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat... Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'. Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat... V1: Girl, it ain't nuttin for me to stay thuggin but dat lovin' made me change suttin The fundamental difference is that you ain't switchin up. I knows you independent, but ain't no time for giving up Stop frontin', I'm pushing that button I'm lovin' you ain't out all night clubbin No juice and ginning, I've had many women but you the only one worth the time I be spendin. COME ON! Lord knows I've got my enemies, I deal with on a daily. All the hate, all the negative energy... Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin' Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'. Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat... Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'. Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat... V2: I need more than a shorty for an after party but we smoke suttin then hit the Bacardi I came a long ways since the days wit my 40 on the porch with the stories just gawking all horny We off top like chop shops and drop tops You my hotspot, I'm connected to you non stop. When the bed rocks we be steaming like a hotbox. I love when you let me hit it before the alarm clock, AYE! HOOK: Lord knows I've got my enemies, I deal with on a daily. All the hate, all the negative energy... Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin' Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'. Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat... Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'. Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat... V3: Girl, you got that good good. Ain't nothing that's bad about it. I know you'd love me real good Girl I can't be mad about it. Whatever we do shug You don't have plan about it The way you hold me down, woo I can't make a stand without it HOOK: Lord knows I've got my enemies, I deal with on a daily. All the hate, all the negative energy... Girl you know I'm missin' dat lovin' Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'. Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat... Dat lovin', gimme dat lovin'. Dat lovin', some of dat lovin'. It don't cost a dime when you give me dat love Hit me up on my line, come and gimme dat...

V1: Godddd damn, you looking fine up in them vans. Not to mention that you sweeter than a hunnit grand I'm in jam, when I see you walk I'm hella jelly Girl, I'd still love that ass in some pele pele! I'd blaze you like the purple, not tryna over work you But when you come around everything is full circle You a bad bitch wit that good good, that's understood Fuck around get my last name cause it end wit wood All true, it's all you when you fall thru You can even text a nigga back when I call you Round 2, round 3 fuck it, go fa 4 too Yeah I'm one of one, but you could be the one too! V2: Shorty shine bright and I'm tryna learn like Sun Tsu You get that cash and I'm all about the funds boo Women are detectives, but I gotta hunch (wooo) If I hit from the back you gonna have a hunch too Slim and sexy, but you like it when it be messy Girl, you know I'm tryna kick it like Lionel Messi Tryna have that ass bouncing like a bad check be Lemme sign off on that overtime, when you erect me! V3: Brown hair, blue eyes that's a contrast You down to ride, but you'll find I never cum fast I'm not gassed nor mad when I'm done last It's not a race, but right after you might crash Get them Z's in, from this semen I'm the sandman and this dick'll leave you sleepinnn But I'm seasoneddd this meat have a reasonnn After midnight I’m like aight like me creep innnn (BLAOW)

Everything happens for a reason, that's what we believe in. But sometimes, you gotta make it happen. 2X: I be whipping slow up in the drop top Bump those Bose speakers down my block When I show up, bro, the show stop Tell the game I'm at the door, hear da knock, knock? VI: Yo, what dealy tho? I mean really tho? How many times must I knock befo’ y'all let me n dis hoe I been raw, swing like Ruffio up in-studio I been a music pro since pharcyde and coolio And I be smooth fa sho Let's make a movie whoa I'm the director, this that Stan Kubrick flow A lil reckless when marking off on the checklist But I'ma get it all, I promise, there's no exceptions 2X: I be whipping slow up in the drop top Bump those Bose speakers down my block When I show up, bro, the show stop Tell the game I'm at the door, hear da knock, knock? VII: Don't you doubt it, I been about it ten years and counting I spits a fountain like bitches that leave a nigga drowning I usher flows and then propose I can move a mountain I hit it slow and pass left, to the niggas doubting [Haaaaaaaaaa] If you got it then you can get it too I don't need a hype man, my buzz is too miniscule In general, I am God to a silly few I preach it for a purpose, worthless nigga get into the pew 2X: I be whipping slow up in the drop top Bump those Bose speakers down my block When I show up, bro, the show stop Tell the game I'm at the door, hear da knock, knock? VIII: When the underground flood the mainstream I slay kings Spray the K thing and slide thru w. the A team I'm icing if she caking, make ya bitch plaything Treat her thighs like music, tryna make those kitty lips sing Digging her Melody, way she work it is a felony Hit her with that love Jones, word to bill bellamy We can take it slow, either way I'm gonna score Can't you hear me knocking at the door?! Outro: Nigga runnin’ low like a chop shop First flow on my block, word to pop rocks I'm always on the go like a stopwatch Tell the game I'm at the do’, hear da knock knock? Nigga get top like a chop shop First flow on my block, word to pop rocks I'm always on the go like a stopwatch Tell the game I'm at the do’, hear da knock knock?

VI: This beast lies in the abyss of sunken ships If you talk slick, your blood’ll drip from drunken lips I’m for the chips, known to take risks w/ swollen fists And you on the list, for a nigga dip, you gettin’ hit Jealousy a feminine trait that I never heard-a Word up, I’m from a rotten state commiting murdah If you blessed, I suggest you never flip the bird up Elijah History X. I stomp and straight curb ya Bite down….you undercover like a night gown My town….. bussin’ dem pipes until ya life drown I’m a head cracker, fuck off you little fudge packer Soaked cracker, you ain’t-een white, just a soft bastard I’m laughing, ya side eye blacked like shy guys My guy, I been live since 3.1.5 NY a Mile High, boy this the body drop Put the metal to ya head, you’ll splash like a soda pop Hook: You done fucked with wrong the one I’m quick to hit a nigga wit the 1, 2 A 3 piece floor ya boy 4 da law come Call 5, wtf the pigs gon’ do!? I WARNED YOU I WARNED YOU What to do when you see the 6 roll thru? Pop 7 shots, jackpot, out the sun roof Smoked like 8th with the 9 When my dogs WOOF! (WOOF!) VII: Slicker than thriller, moonwalking wit Killer Mike It take more than a small beef to feed my appetite Word to me, E'll put a hole in a hemaphrodite And make ya ass fizz out faster than a flat Sprite I'm like...bass bumpin, trunks thumping Blood rushing, guns bussing, numb thumbing When you push the wrong button, they gon have to save something! Say nuttin when you talking to me. They say talk cheap and ain't nuttin for free And all my kids priceless when I buss on a beat You running wit sheep My boy do his runs in Jeep So you better lay flat when it come on the creep Too easy...he'll pop ya top, he too greasy I bet he’ll rock ya knot then spark a new bleezy I ain't playing, this the end of this I'm 28, niggas too old for censorship...bitch Hook: You done fucked with wrong the one I’m quick to hit a nigga wit the 1, 2 A 3 piece floor ya boy 4 da law come Call 5, wtf the pigs gon’ do!? I WARNED YOU I WARNED YOU What to do when you see the 6 roll thru? Pop 7 shots, jackpot, out the sun roof Smoked like 8th with the 9 When my dogs WOOF! (WOOF!) VIII: I come with the venom like Topher Grace No mistake Niggas full of jokes like Dave Chappelle with yellow cake State ya case for the judge make you stay in place You hella baked (huh) bet that buzz got you feeling great I'm finna clock ya ass out like came in late I'll serve you like a platter on the first dinner date I shake mental states like earthquakes around ya space I told you dog, you softer than a pillow case Lo and behold, the man with broken soul Going for gold as he strolls down a golden road I'm breaking the mold, who you know chiller than cold? Stiffer than bold, boy I'll make ya dividends fold I'm letting it go Lay you like lines in middle of the roads I'll gray ya ass out like kiss from a rose Now...ya fate has been sealed Fuck what you say about keeping it real This is the deal I'm not finna go through the spheal Only time you blacked out when ya tires would squeal My massive appeal sumthin like when kapernick kneels Like I said I'm back for the deal, nigga