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Merlin (feat. Holy & DJ Corey Grand) Video (MV)




Performed By: Eli Tha Don
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Elijah McDonald




Eli Tha Don - Merlin (feat. Holy & DJ Corey Grand) Lyrics




Look, devilish minds think alike For me, murdering a rapper like riding a bike
Born with a cold heart, it's time to fill it with strife
Take a chance with your life with just a roll of a dice
I'm the Don, nigga, watch where you walk I got a gang of Guyanese and African women

Who know when to talk I'm even bombing rappers, that's in New York
Through the East, and up North Big gave a Cleveland, nigga, the torch
Got my lessons from rap gods, I'm just mixin' the sauce
Can't walk a mile in my shoes or even step in my cloth

Niggas claim they want beef, but only stirrin' some broth
Like Bane from the Dark, my sewer niggas fiendin' the spark
When it's time for makin' money, you niggas move like a sloth
I make a dollar every step, that's how you move like a boss

My rap style strategic, my flow change like seasons
You beatin' me, egregious, Sith Lord, general grievous
I'm into Ponzi scheming extortion, American dreamin
I give dap to thieves, demons, a bunch of heathens

I pitch dope to receivers, you follow the leader
Give me a pen and some cheers, turn an atheist to a believer
I come from runs Adidas, LL with the speaker
Dressed like I'm in the kitchen, a baker just like Anita

Uh, all my niggas dons and only f*ck with Don Divas
Stayin' fly, linens underneath drugs and Nina's, motherf*cker
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
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Look, devilish minds think alike For me, murdering a rapper like riding a bike
Born with a cold heart, it's time to fill it with strife
Take a chance with your life with just a roll of a dice
I'm the Don, nigga, watch where you walk I got a gang of Guyanese and African women

Who know when to talk I'm even bombing rappers, that's in New York
Through the East, and up North Big gave a Cleveland, nigga, the torch
Got my lessons from rap gods, I'm just mixin' the sauce
Can't walk a mile in my shoes or even step in my cloth

Niggas claim they want beef, but only stirrin' some broth
Like Bane from the Dark, my sewer niggas fiendin' the spark
When it's time for makin' money, you niggas move like a sloth
I make a dollar every step, that's how you move like a boss

My rap style strategic, my flow change like seasons
You beatin' me, egregious, Sith Lord, general grievous
I'm into Ponzi scheming extortion, American dreamin
I give dap to thieves, demons, a bunch of heathens

I pitch dope to receivers, you follow the leader
Give me a pen and some cheers, turn an atheist to a believer
I come from runs Adidas, LL with the speaker
Dressed like I'm in the kitchen, a baker just like Anita

Uh, all my niggas dons and only f*ck with Don Divas
Stayin' fly, linens underneath drugs and Nina's, motherf*cker
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
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Writer: Elijah McDonald
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