zebra ft. CHANNEL 62, Rusty Red & Nicaragua Lyrics

When I rap on beats, my casualties go up

When I spaz on these, my passion screams what's up

I let my fashion speak when cash is in the tuck

And with the deficit dollars, I keep my collar stuck up, uh

I don't spit like the great MCs, I'm new age

I leave CLIFF era beats deceased, you're too late

I switch it up like I'm in Ru Paul's Race

And if my words drag on, I plan to pick up the pace

Send it to the radios, I know they won't spin it

But I see where the payment goes whenever you listen

Couple hundred streams, I get it, I ain't gon' quit it

I make sure my name rings a bell, you'll never dismiss it

I stay in ATX, but the ballers stay across the map

So when the link goes down, you know the crew gon' snap

You gon' clap when we rock stages, who can handle us

It's your loss, and this ain't Vegas, but we winning

A-U-S, we had to fly down

We had to link up, we had to max out

Harlow in the whip when we pull up

Pour it in the notes, pour it out when we blow up

Aye B, we goin' hard, can't you see, bruh?

Matte black, all white, like a zebra

Red in the beard like rust when we drippin'

They call me Rusty Red in the booth, Chef Z in the kitchen

Ten out of 10 like Terry with a P at the start

The P stands for paint, I turn the beat into art

I turn the channel till it's 62

I work the net just like a cartoon

And I put it all together like it's CatDog

A lot better than all of these other cats, dawg

Oh you kosher? I'm bath salt

Sit back, relax

Look into the future with your mask off

Backstreet blastin', master assassin

Ain't Roddy Ricch, but I got high fashion

Drive around town, my boys stay gassin'

Swervin' in the lane, you know we stay passin'

I'm in Texas, check this

Beat got me infected

My checklist endless when I step in

Cool, calm, and collected in the booth

But I leave the flow hot

Like some Jalapeño Chex Mix

First class on the flight like a king

Look across the aisle, say hi to the queen

Ask for champagne, ice for the drink

Glance at the queen and she pass me a wink

Mic check, check, can you hear me?

Hello?

Trailblazin' like my name Carmelo

She said, you got a ring, man?

I said, well, no

It's too small for me

But for you, you never know

Girls makin' eight lines just to FaceTime me

Single file, ladies, please

It's okay, right? Jeez

Listen close, I'm a legend when I get inside the studio

I'm cool, I know my toonies go from Dallas to Djibouti, bro

When they see me in the streets, they yell it's Prince Ali

I got a Jasmine waitin' for me at my palace that adores me

Got a chalice and I'm pourin' and I'm sippin'

And they talk a lot of– shh

Baby, I don't ever listen

I got 'em in my pocket, that's the plan, I'm the man

They replyin' with the rockets, I don't cap, I don't spam

I'm as real as it gets, Achilles' heel is my chest

I put my heart into the art until I feel like a vet

And I swish in the net, and I stitch all my best rhymes

Into the next lines, I stop at no red lights

I feel like the best, I'm humbled by my best guys

Backstreet Ballas and J. Davis, till the next time