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letra de ruckus - south strip & pouya

[intro: coolboifresh]
(strip)

[verse 1: coolboifresh]
break the plates then somebody come pray for me
land of the free is my favorite place to be
beautiful lies and we live in a fallacy
man, this sh-t f-cked up, so i can never be
free, why the f-ck they lie to me?
see, one day i will never be
free, why the f-ck they lie to me?
see, it’s a makeshift reality
[chorus: coolboifresh]

[verse 2: shogee2k]
(strip)
tell me why the f-ck they pickin’ on me?
see lies and deceit, felinеs on the breach
if you tote a piеce, you could be surprised by my reach
see she got some double d’s, the signs of the peace, uh
so, tell me, [?], can i listen to your plan?
all i see is anxiety, i get it on demand
why they talkin’ ’bout prophecies i cannot understand?
b-tch, i’m nervous
drownin’ in the liquor, f-ck it, n-gga, i’m swervin’ (skrrt)
fee-fi-fo put a hole through your surface (grrah)
the merciless mercenaries that carry purpose (strip)
i make him move like [?], i’m writin’ verses
if cooly thinkin’ the same thing, then i’m down to work it
politicians is the real gang bangers, this sh-t a circus
feel like i should hop up off the grid and blow my f-ckin’ circuits
here i go again, posted with my philly kids
shwinny, tell me, what’s the deal? when the f-ck is it gon’ end?
b-tches, bills is pilin’ up, i got sh-t i got to attend to
time to grab the grit and i’m grippin’ up on the gears too
f-ck a palace, b-tch, i want baddest b-tches and friends too
word to [?] (strip)
[verse 3: shwinn]
(who the f-ck? ayy, hey)
i skip court before i speak to a judge
you can’t judge a n-gga who done came up from the mud
it’s nothin’ but slugs and thugs in the city i come from
shwinny servin’ ass-whoopin’s, p-ssy, who want some?
who want one? the world got smoke for the kid
try and treat me like a p-ssy, you get bumped in your ribs
grab the colt or the sig, you could choose your weapon, in fact
born in the belly of the beast, blood all on my flesh

[bridge: shwinn]
who the f-ck want war with me? n0body
i wipe the floor, paint the walls with your body
boy, how you step to the bull? i’ll catch him right with the tool
this life a game, i’m bringin’ death to the whole lobby
who the f-ck want war with me? n0body
i wipe the floor, paint the walls, now my flow bl–dy
[?], that’s why i’m breakin’ the rules
i’m from the bottom of the dirt, so my flow muddy

[chorus: coolboifresh]

[verse 4: constant]
this the american dream, ho, a white picket fence
a nice big house, but you stuck payin’ rent
wake up day-to-day doin’ sh-t you’re against
just admit this sh-t is f-cked up, i’m just grabbin’ for a sip
i maneuvered through spell-casters and false pastors
i refuse to be a n-gga sayin’, “yes, master”
um, i’m feelin’ like a god ’cause i smoked some archangel dust
[?] ’cause ain’t n0body savin’ us
travellin’ through years with this voice i hear
tellin’ me that everything ain’t what it really appears
like how we livin’ just to die, or dyin’ just to live
better pick your poison, i be pistol-packin’ every morning
rather get caught with it than without it, b-tch, i’m locked and loaded
for this mental warfare, that’s beyond greed and evil
ignorance is bliss, now tell me why i don’t like people
you might be hearin’ this and think i’m just sayin’ a bunch of sh-t
might just turn it off because you’re lost in what i represent
[verse 5: pouya]
(yuh, ayy, yuh)
nah, i wouldn’t wanna take a pay cut
riding ’round the world, i’m getting in and getting f-cked
buckshot spray, everybody better duck
if you feel like [?] well then, b-tch, press your luck (press your luck)
p-ssy boy, don’t get jumped out your chucks (buck)
baby bone, i might pull up in a bentley truck (hah)
pouya still treated like a bum
blow my brains out, i guess i had a good run, yuh
like a [?], throw my body in the mud, b-tch, have me
from the jump, why the f-ck did you lead me?
i thought i was the one, the one you really wanna be with
no wonder why i’m living on the defense
kick her to the curb, yuh, throw me off the deep end
swimming in that p-ssy, yeah, i had to dip my feet in
pray to your god ’cause i’m sending you to meet him
yuh

- south strip pouya

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