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letra de rusty - jessup, jimboslice & makadelic

[verse 1: jimboslice]
yeah, yeah
i feel like mike dean, way i’m pressin these keys
ima call my n-gga jessup, gimme just what i need
this sh-t is a breeze, you n-ggas never f-ckin wit me
i’m stackin the cheese, survivin’ like i’m capital st–z
and that’s ironic cuz, “third eye sh-t” i’m no demon
n-ggas gettin k!lled for no real reason
k!lled for the ice on his wrist now he freezin
when i’m on the mic you a b-tch 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 d-mn bill and fall asleep in white devilles, give a f-ck about material
i grew up on battle rap
if n-ggas 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 sn-tchin’ 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 sh-t, yeah i had to up 1 up 2
only gave respect they was sayin f-ck you
planted in my chest since then i done grew
choppa gave em alzheimer’s you ain’t got nuthin knew
n-gga 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 n-gga, i was raised by the real no fishin’
focus on the mission
[verse 2: makadelic]
hold up, let the beat build
you either gon’ k!ll or you gon’ be k!lled
never take a b-tch out, if i do, she get a cheap meal
she was tryna knock a n-gga down, i had to rebuild
she was tryna knock a n-gga 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 n-ggas who went out and told, they in the streets still
i remember it, a kid witnessin’ this sh-t
n-ggas 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 sh-t
six years on top, i’m a rap game veteran
name a n-gga 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
f-ck makadelic, the rap game hitler
if i can take yo b-tch, then i’m aiming for your sister
i ain’t playin’ with these n-ggas
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 n-ggas
i really made a difference, i came up out the kitchen i had caine up in my britches
k!llin’ all these rappers but somehow i made a k!llin’
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 n0body had my bad back when they was sayin’ f-ck me
‘cept my homie buffa, and my uncle rusty, the only ones who loved me

- jessup jimboslice makadelic

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