Ruckus! ft. Ali Buckets & Torin Messer Lyrics

God damn, you ain't never heard it cheeky as this

Boy fuckin up the mic, James Douglas, ya bish

I just wanna throw some pomodoros before the door close

Ahhh got a gunny sack full of them shits, yeah

I'm crafty like a fox is, brazen and incautious

Cutting off my locks, mouth running like a faucet

Used to be, I rapped and I felt like an imposter

Now I cut a track and I feel like Kenny Rogers, ha

This a Midwest side story

Call the literati, they been asking for it

I'm from Indiana, we the Children of the Corn

Talk shit, they get you in the lavatory

If you wack and morbid, take a trip to the North Coast

We got flavor more so than digiorno

Ima race to the finish

I'm on my last leg and I only had two to begin with

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you

Say less, we could go dumb

Paint the town red, say when

Drop the pin, I don't need the addy

Right time is now, don't fold like some creased khakis

I'm in the moment wit it, done living life slow

Might go psycho, pyro, I know

Might not, could be wrong, I find it enticing

It's like half the excitement

Don't wonder why, let it ride

And in time, bet you'll find you're internally guided

Me, you

All the homies and they homies too

Gotta get it how we living

Be specific with my vision, who I'm meant to mention

When I make a couple millions, I can say I did it skipping

Not denying that it's hard, but I still have fun

With the ones that I love while we ran it up

And I ain't had enough of this thing called life

Now watch me fuck it up, like what you done this time, I mean

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you

What's the hubbub?

Was telling Robin and Buckets "they gonna love us," ay

We at the function and packing a couple hundred, yeah

We keep it jumping -- the House of Pain when we coming

We know that they boutta love it

It's so sick

Calling me Messy cause all my flows kicking and goals hitting

I'm never slowing, got no limits

I'm from the city where all the kiddies been grown different

And that's showing when all my lyrics I spit are prolific

T Mess from the middle of the map

Coming outta Indiana, Ima put it on my back, look

Getting litty with the brodie Robin Raps and my homie Ali Buckets

He can show you where it's at, ay

I gotta shoutout to Kut cause this shit cold

I know that they gon be bumping this song when it gets old, look

They really digging that fool when he spit gold,

I'm stunting, then thunderstruck and they loving that shit

So I'm saying

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell

Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell

Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you