RUSTY ft. Jimboslice & Makadelic Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah

I feel like Mike Dean, way I'm pressin these keys

Ima call my nigga Jessup, gimme just what I need

This shit is a breeze, you niggas never fuckin wit me

I'm stackin the cheese, survivin' like I'm Capital Steez

And that's ironic cuz, "Third Eye Shit" I'm no demon

Niggas gettin killed for no real reason

Killed for the ice on his wrist now he freezin

When I'm on the mic you a bitch you ain't breathin

But it's all the same, Solo now I run up with the gang

Up in Cloud City with my rose colored frames in flames, now that's a visual

We used to spare our last damn bill and fall asleep in white Devilles

Give a fuck about material

I grew up on battle rap

If niggas wan' tennis that

Then I bet that cat'll lack, they don't wanna rattle that

He thought he was a superstar, get hit wit the Fazer Blast, you know I'm from a

Real city where they snatchin' ya goods and where they

Up sticks like a tent in the woods, and we all

Need help but we thinking we good

And you expose ya true self when removing ya hood, I'm misunderstood

And that's a shout to Nina Simone

I empty the throne

I'm chained to these blades, Michonne

Since I was alone, I'm aiming till my enemies gone

They been defeated by the end of this song

Real shit, yeah I had to up one up two

Only gave respect they was sayin fuck you

Planted in my chest since then I done grew

Choppa gave em Alzheimer's you ain't got nuthin knew

Nigga I been raised in the field no cotton

Ima go for gold in the drill no stoppin

Demons in the dust, nah for real they went missin

Lil nigga, I was raised by the real no fishin'

Focus on the mission

Hold up, let the beat build

You either gon' kill or you gon' be killed

Never take a bitch out, if I do, she get a cheap meal

She was tryna knock a nigga down, I had to rebuild

She was tryna knock a nigga out, I'm on my feet still

And I ain't gon' stop until I get like three mill

Had to turn my nightmares into dreams like I'm Meek Mill

I swear I would never sell my soul for a sweet deal

I knew niggas who went out and told, they in the streets still

I remember it, a kid witnessin' this shit

Niggas snitchin' on they friends to get lessened sentences

That could never be me, I guess I was raised different

Pops wasn't there, never really got a Christmas gift

So I'ma never stop, until I finish with this shit

Six years on top, I'm a rap game veteran

Name a nigga from my city, bet that I ain't better than

They know I'm a legend, but instead I'm gon' let them all say

Fuck Makadelic, the rap game Hitler

If I can take yo bitch, then I'm aiming for your sister

I ain't playin' with these niggas

Dawg, I ain't talkin' bout the trash when I say that I'm takin' out the litter

I ain't the same as these niggas

I really made a difference, I came up out the kitchen I had caine up in my britches

Killin' all these rappers but somehow I made a killin'

I'm just paintin' all these pictures they paint me out as a villain

The rap game Putin, or maybe Mussolini

No one told me that doin' this music would be easy

But everybody told me if I made it, I'd be lucky

So trust me, none of y'all can tell me nothin

I ain't here to take ya girl, I'm here to take the country

I ain't here to save the world I'm tryna save some money

Cause nobody had my bad back when they was sayin' fuck me

'Cept my homie Buffa, and my uncle Rusty, the only ones who loved me