Fist Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah

You already know

Uh

Light up the spliff

Cut the grass, kill the snakes, stop the hiss

Only born for one thing, to get rich

So I punch the clock in with my fist

They gone take anything but a risk

Bullet shots all down my list

Manifest what don't exist

Spin back round if I miss

Hot boy put a bomb in abyss

Time to turn all these haters to mist

Make Satan wanna slit his wrist

No malice the flow got clips

I be high everyday is a glimpse

For that Mary Jane yes I'm a simp

I know drug dealers, killers, and pimps

That told me to not jump over fence

This ain't for you Eli, no offense

Jump my ass in that booth and got active

For my family, grind turned savage

Time to fabric my ma-fuckin napkins

Too paranoid to be attractive

I been watching my back while stacking

I been saving all up for this rapping

Lets invest it and see what'll happen

Oh you Eli? Bruh who's asking?

Keep it short, I don't go back and forth

Back then they considered me dork

Now I'm hot and they girl on my torch

Fly guy never going to abort

I ain't landing I'm going up more

I'm a legend I been here before

I feel like I'm in a metamorph

From a city where it get gore

Hella yucky you know what I mean

It got dutty, I stayed with the team

Get my money up, blues and greens

I be cutting up, Wolverine

I been dropping them jewels to kings

Man I aim at the bull then ding

Yeah I hit bada boom, bada bing

Act fishy get turned sardine

Jelly fish gang get you sting

I got bars that'll pull up in dreams

I got angels to clip your wings

I'll blow this whole world up clean

Them boys don't really want war

Tell them boys that they all been warned

They don't want to see red and orange

Old geek kid straight out the dorm

But the school gone limit the intelligence

How to boss up? You know they not telling it

They ain't felling it, that's why they fail in it

Kids picked on me, cant dwell on it

Learned the scent of fake, I be smelling it

All that bull ish I be bailing it

Here my middle finger, go to hell wit it

I ain't tripping

I light up a spliff

Cut the grass, kill the snakes, stop the hiss

Only born for one thing, to get rich

So I punch the clock in with my fist

They gone take anything but a risk

Bullet shots all down my list

Manifest what don't exist

Spin back round if I miss

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