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Long Live Eli

When I catch the man that sold my brother dope he a deadman
Roll wit heavy metal we gon rock him like a headband
Told my partner bring em alive paid him ten grand
Growing up in Laurel never thought that I'd see ten bands
My bitch said what the f*ck is you smoking
Bitch this that new strand
Soo many cards in my f*cking deck I need a new hand
Dropped fell in love
I only had two fans
I got a call from Maya
Damn this shit getting out of hand
Like God why you take em?
If I'm your son on earth why you leave me forsaken
Curb stomp em to the dirt Ima leave the body shaking
I really need a sign or a f*cking revelation
Way too many funerals man I need some celebrations
Only time you see me smile is when I give her penetration
I need my money and all I need my reparations
301 Laurel Maryland is where I'm f*cking stationed
198 is where I'm from I'm posted with the Haitians

Came a long way from bunk beds and shared rooms
The people I grew up with either dead or fake goons
We jump goofys ain't too often we jump brooms
The end is near I'm the king so stay tuned
Had to a step back and get my mind right
Told my exes Ima hit em when the time right
She eat me up for nothing wonder what she do for a klondike
Travis only like white girls I wonder what he'd do for a blonde dyke
I told all my opps its up I'm tryna see what they mom like
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