R.U.T.S.

This is all out of my control, really

I got one job, make the flow silly

Serve one God, it's my sole mission

When I'm out of here, man, I won't miss it

How that man went and sold fifty?

Not one blogger even noticed him

But they don't diss them, they just don't listen

Oh, I get it, they don't get it

At the shows some blow sticky

Some ladies even throw Vickie's

But he stay pure, that's so Disney

Shout Soulection, my bro's in it

Out the rappers in this whole city

Not one of y'all was ever gon' pick me

So I picked the locks then came through the back doors

Sold out shows, and still got my soul with me, woo!

Stranger things have happened

And a white boy like me blackin'

On a track I'm going bad again

Got a baddie and she going Randy Savage (Oh, yeah)

All I know is that family matters

All I know when I came in rapping

If you jack somebody else flow and style

Then you gon' get a black eye like panda

(Woo) Put up or shut up, so what up, I'm here

I don't got nothing to fear

I don't go one up my peers

I just been pushing myself

I don't like cussin' but this one I swear

When I start bustin' they shouldn't be near

They never been accustomed to hearin'

This custom-made flow

They just copy the stuff that they hear, uh

Man, they always come up short (Aye)

I'm a sneaker connoisseur (Aye)

I been readin' Art of War (Aye)

Don't they see I got some more (What else)

Nuke the beat up for your boy (Ey)

I'ma need another four (Oh)

'Fore I leave it at the morgue

Yeah, we winnin', but who keepin' score?

(Run it up) Yeah, run up the score

(Run it up) Yeah, run up the score

I'ma need a few more

And I'm talkin' 'bout

Twenty-five, twenty-five, twenty-five, ey

Thirty-five, thirty-five, thirty-five, ey

Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great

Ain't nobody safe

I'ma run up the score

(Run it up) I'ma run up the score

(Run it up) Yes, run up the score

I'ma need a few more

And I'm talkin' 'bout

Twenty-five, twenty-five, twenty-five, ey

Thirty-five, thirty-five, thirty-five, ey

Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great

Ain't nobody safe

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Run up the score)

I'ma run up the score

I'ma run up the hills

We in Hollywood

Still kept it real

That's how you feel?

Oh, that's how you feel?

We out there in the field like Holyfield

MJ, Magic Johnson

Michael Jordan, Michael Johnson

Run the track, walk the score up

Minor League, chart the boarder

Where the tour, South of Florida

Son of Mary, all glory

Hail Mary on the fourth of forty

After parties at the forty forty

All the teachers wanna tell my mama

That boy too slow

So I came back around and hit them

With the bacon, egg, and cheese flow

Harlem River, drive all the way back my seat go

I take the field, won't take a knee

Ah, ya know

I'ma run up the score (Run it up)

Yeah, run up the score (Run it up)

I'ma run up the score (Woo-ooh)

I'ma need a few more

And I'm talkin' 'bout

Twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ey

Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ey

Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great

Ain't nobody safe

I'ma run up the score (Run it up)

I'ma run up the score (Run it up)

Yes, run up the score

I'ma need a few more

And I'm talkin' 'bout

Twenty-five, twenty-five, twenty-five, ey

Thirty-five, thirty-five, thirty-five, ey

Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great

Ain't nobody safe

I'ma run up the score

(That was embarrassing)

(No mercy)

(He really ran the score up on that one)

(Beam, did it again)

(Too much sauce)