Rugged Up Lyrics

Got a comma out the come up

Young nigga ain't give up

Three hundred thousand sinners

Hallelujah for da winners

20 thousand dinner

100 thousand spinners

We got chocolate bars

Got caramel bars

Line up ur service for some cream

Please

We don't for your pleasure

But listen as you please

This is to entertain

I do as I please

Ain't no winners in my way

All you losers jugged the way

All you suckers got rugged

While I pave the way

32 years left and young nigga

Ain't give up

Hunnaband got a spoon for ur botox

All you fake motherfuckers

Looking kinda snazzy to us

Where you get your money from

I need 10 dollars for every part of the sum

Somebody crunch them numbers

Looking like here got ten suckers

I might need ten runners

Five up the block

And six down protecting our mothers

Shout out everybody from the gutter

Looks like somebody called up big brother

Hold up wait what's making ur soul shudder

I got here nine ounces and I ain't waiting on no copper

Fuck a system we da real runners

Sun is up back on the noon

I remember reminiscing on the back of the moon

Your ass looking kinda tight like a moon job

Shout out Nujabes

Me I look like I ain't no respect

But that's just war circumstances

Fuck I look running round lancing

Fake clouting

Fake image re incapsulating

Hold up wait

I got to eat shit and exercise

Before I hit up no college for your mind

Look like Soul said it first the whole universe is just a city to me

Ain't superman in our part of the metro-plotty

Fuck the politics

That's just the blood sucking tics in the country to me

Fuck I look like entertaining a zionist judge

I don't' care if he look black to ur enmity

I got a enemy see and he don't got a face or a nose

He just imprisoned the eagle and stole from the pyramid