Elimination

Intro:

We haven't changed...
Ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch the nice life...
Don't fuckin' forget who he was, nigga
We haven't changed...
Y'all know the vibes...

Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN:

HIM, HIM! Yo yeah!
Raps in a Ksubi denim nigga leavin' soft in new beginnings
Put fish together like newlyweds (Westside, did that shit right there...)
Jason Voorhees I'm the ark with the machete
Customize a Beretta with the stick up waitin' for whoever that's ready!

Verse 2: Da$H:

I know niggas who makе Inshallah after they catch a body (Inshallah)
Get yo' skit ignitеd if when I'm talkin' robberies talk to Gotti
When I need advice I need a call from prolly fuck a French (Yeah...)
You got me feelin' strength without the soft in problems all of that...

Verse 3: Sauce Heist:

Shittin' me you know who it be (Sauce)
Live from bedrock, got the block in a headlock
All drugs, like it's Woodstock (hm)
On Don rooftop choppin' dope (peace God!) with my first kid!

Verse 4: ANKHLEJOHN:

He turned to a man when he did his first bid
I done reps that the 45 right in the cut where the Earth lived (Where the Earth live at dude?)
I just like cautious nights bursts
Oughta got to the point while they talk about him first! (Talkin' that shit too!)
Put you right in a hearse, kid! (Right in it, fuckin' in it you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?!)

Verse 5: Da$H:

Don't even ask me if I remember you knowin' that I'm a member (Yeah)
I'm colder than late December, when it's global warmin' niggas get their acres
With this honey been a bullets swarmin'
I'm prayin' to Allah ain't goin' back where I was (Peace!)
And for this music probably had me passin' for drugs (Huh?)

Verse 6: Sauce Heist & ANKHLEJOHN:

Nigga I'm plug (right)
You the type to eat a banana stitched on a clip, Dirty Harry grip, Jaked up grab?
Sent a shooter through GrubHub
I peep the fake daps and hugs, send me racks for yo' law (Just pay you hear me...!)

Verse 7: ANKHLEJOHN:

As a matter fact I put my PayPal and kinda bowl fall and come from the city that try reinforce niggas' gun laws
Scratch the serial number off the steel double O's (too too too too too too....!)

Verse 8: Da$H:

So, yeah, I'm crackin' lobster claws with balls swing to the floor like a kickstand (For real)
Dressed me as big man (yah)
I fuck a lean bitch with a Twitch fan, I'm stylin' nigga
Hope you lookin' at me like a father figure, trigga happy (too too too too)

Verse 9: Sauce Heist:

Uh, curly head niggas still nappy (Right)
[?] feds tryin' get at me, my slum bent the nine States (That's how I run, nigga!)
Me and probably three just to keep it choppy choppy
My indictment connect, told me Black Lives Matter
Threw me a couple o' plates and now I'm with a ladder!

Outro:

Niggas got come ready, V, yo V they gotta come ready, man, they gotta come ready, man, shit, the elimination changin', man, gettin' niggas to fuck up outta here, ch ch ch ch ch, all that shit, you heard?