OVER by Elijah Amir Lyrics
Oh Yeah, when it's over..
I swear when it’s over...
I'll be the biggest self made rapper after JAY-HOVA..
They'll praise me monumental once a nigga gets over..
This poverty line, that I’m stuck behind using my gifts given from God..
And them Spike strips they dropping to try and hinder my drive due to fear of my potential to be the greatest alive..
Ain't gon run me off the road, my minds focused on the prize
I'm un phased by the chronic bitch faces of you guys..
As my riches multiply just know I defied the odds to rise up to the cause and cause naysayers to cry..
Now Everytime I rhyme sublime, they say I'm known to hypnotize..
How did he come up from the bottom, strategized and analyzed..
Man...
These niggas ain't a match for me, life is a tinder app to me...
Bitches I swiped left still find a way to come after me..
If Raps a contact sport catch the fade like when I used to spark
Swear I'm George Jung I'm bound to blow from all this fucking dope..
Goat...Break...
TAXSTONE SKIT..
Look
I'm a One man army no malitia supports behind me, niggas with foul intentions ain’t even allowed around me..
There ain’t no malice in my heart, this gods body
My life's living proof of my good karma, why try me..
I’m grilling niggas crossfaced Chris Benoit grip on the mic as I spit rhymes to leave the mind haunted...
Used to stay out in them streets where living life's wheel of fortune
Now Watch this lead to my fortune, I'm gon be larger than life..
From a low life so unfortunate feeling hunger and plight...
To cashing out on endorsements and sexing my trophy wife..
Tequila shots in the morning, elitist orgies at night..
My Stanley Kubrick hubris, is the reason they want my life..
Damn...
My training is balboa like I'm scrimmaging at open mics..
Haters hate me with overbites, then praise niggas that’s overhyped..
Bound to reach jehovah heights if I kill every verse eye write
They'll praise me monumental, the new alpha male archetype
Yikes...
GOAT STATUS
LEGEND STATUS
HOLY GHOST STATUS
I swear when it’s over...
I'll be the biggest self made rapper after JAY-HOVA..
They'll praise me monumental once a nigga gets over..
This poverty line, that I’m stuck behind using my gifts given from God..
And them Spike strips they dropping to try and hinder my drive due to fear of my potential to be the greatest alive..
Ain't gon run me off the road, my minds focused on the prize
I'm un phased by the chronic bitch faces of you guys..
As my riches multiply just know I defied the odds to rise up to the cause and cause naysayers to cry..
Now Everytime I rhyme sublime, they say I'm known to hypnotize..
How did he come up from the bottom, strategized and analyzed..
Man...
These niggas ain't a match for me, life is a tinder app to me...
Bitches I swiped left still find a way to come after me..
If Raps a contact sport catch the fade like when I used to spark
Swear I'm George Jung I'm bound to blow from all this fucking dope..
Goat...Break...
TAXSTONE SKIT..
Look
I'm a One man army no malitia supports behind me, niggas with foul intentions ain’t even allowed around me..
There ain’t no malice in my heart, this gods body
My life's living proof of my good karma, why try me..
I’m grilling niggas crossfaced Chris Benoit grip on the mic as I spit rhymes to leave the mind haunted...
Used to stay out in them streets where living life's wheel of fortune
Now Watch this lead to my fortune, I'm gon be larger than life..
From a low life so unfortunate feeling hunger and plight...
To cashing out on endorsements and sexing my trophy wife..
Tequila shots in the morning, elitist orgies at night..
My Stanley Kubrick hubris, is the reason they want my life..
Damn...
My training is balboa like I'm scrimmaging at open mics..
Haters hate me with overbites, then praise niggas that’s overhyped..
Bound to reach jehovah heights if I kill every verse eye write
They'll praise me monumental, the new alpha male archetype
Yikes...
GOAT STATUS
LEGEND STATUS
HOLY GHOST STATUS