Fun With This Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, it's your boy, Elias G

Thank you for being here tonight and sharing this journey with me

So just sit back, relax, grab a match, and enjoy

My mind is off the wall, a marathon, the way it's running

I'm writing all these bars with a pencil, that means I'm gunning

I pull up at the function, if you don't talk progression, homie, that's the end of the conversation

Ain't no discussion. I had a shorty say she wants some ecstasy

I told her, babe, get next to me, you talking to the next to be

Now your misses missing, bro, I'm kidding. She just whipping in the kitchen

She mentioned she from Kentucky, boy, I'm talking finger licking

Wait, I'm rambling. Most of y'all are sleeping on me, what y'all taking? Ambien

I ain't in the category of these other rappers that you say we in

I'm doing my thing, I'm just looking for the cheddar, homie, I'm talking American

This sound like some Royce Da Five Nine shit, making all this music, cause fuck that Nine Five shit

Something I can vibe with, bars gotta stay violent

Trying to keep my peace, but I ain't never staying silent

I'm having some fun with this shit, but I ain't playing around, give me my dead presidents

I'm having some fun with this shit, see the way I flick the wrist, I ain't never going to miss

I'm having some fun with this shit, but I ain't playing around, give me my dead presidents

I'm having some fun with this shit, every time I hit a swish, boy, you ain't fucking with this

A bag's the only fucking thing I'm chasing, time never wasting

Compare my name to greatness, that shit's adjacent

Everybody tells me, slow it down, homie, you racing

I'm trying to be a legend, plus the bank's looking for payment

I ain't making this a habit, I ain't never staying stagnant

I regulate the pressure, homie, flow is airmatic

Ooh, the boy done had it, ain't gonna ever quit rapping

Trying to be that motherfucker like his name is Fitzpatrick

Only got real ones surrounding me, plastics tend to melt when the temps get up in them high degrees

I remember hand-me-downs were drowning me

Trying to make a movie out this music, ain't no telling what you're bound to see

Boy, I grew up with the culture, making me as happy as the day we got that sofa

Keys to success, it's a robbery, hand them over

A pen is to me, what a bat's to Sammy Sosa

I'm hitting all these home runs

I'm having some fun with this shit, but I ain't playing around, give me my dead presidents

I'm having some fun with this shit, see the way I flick the wrist, I ain't never going to miss

I'm having some fun with this shit, but I ain't playing around, give me my dead presidents

I'm having some fun with this shit, every time I hit a swish, boy, you ain't fucking with this