Rags To Riches by Elai$ (ATL) Lyrics

[Verse 1: GreenManJelani]
Chilling low key in the trenches
These niggas hate on me but I know they a bunch of bitches
Bitch I am The Game, I will leave you with some stitches
Margiela on my torso, but I ain't the fucking richest
Trigger finger itching
I'm cooking in the kitchen
But I'm not making Briscuits
Scrape the fucking bowl like I'm cleaning up the dishes
These niggas acting wimpy cuz i came from Rags To Riches

[Verse 2: Elai$]
P-p-p-pull up in the foreign and you know that shit a rari
I might step right on your shoe and never will say sorry
Stay with the auto tune like Nessly and Pollari
Birthday coming soon and I might just throw a party
Making this money to easy
Girl sour lemon squeezy
Ibraheem rocking yeezy's
Roast your junk like Berleezy
Stay with shit like a butt
I roll up a spliff and a blunt
Sorry but I had to stunt
Living my life give no fucks
[Verse 3: Sixball]
Stay with the gas, but this ain't no QuikTrip
Diamonds dripping blue, but I ain't no crip
Flow got you sailing like a fucking pirate ship
Pull up on that hoe, but then I gotta dip
Chopper shooting straight, you can call me Hawkeye
J's on my feet, cuz I ain't no Croc guy
Ask me why I'm flying, cuz I'm so damn high
Got a lotta bread, but I ain't talking rye