Stay True

Lyrics

VERSE 1 - Reks Bully boy boy strong arm steady like My posse mashing out you the passing out type Catch that nate rob if you don't weave and bob South paw hit your jaw head'll see saw Up down fuck clowns we the insane Membrane a la cypress protected by vipers Kane Rawer than the booger suga All i hear from foes yada yada and I coulda' woulda' shoulda' Shut it up get fishscale gutted up piss smell on g's and stars bet your gstars wet as fuck aha! You scurred wasn't prepared aha! Aha! Aha! Got me laughing ski masking Covid foul Fire in the hole back to back Kobe style Two figure 8 sixteen, pristine Street cеrtified worthy bean to the dirty Hook 1 Rustе Juxx Now if you suckers had plans, Imma' ruin it A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it Mad cos you can't do how I'm doin' it They play fake, R.J. stay true in it Verse 2 Ruste Juxx Juxx pimp slap rappers like I'm checkin' the ho' I just fucked somebody up about a second ago Now I'm wreckin' the show, you know destroyin' the beat Knocked your man out now he look like he enjoyin' his sleep Eh yo, what's up with it, when your click talkin' that tough shit Knowin' damn well you ain't really with that rough shot Makin' a scene with the drama and theatrics About the winning Oscar for the best fuckin' actress Pull your skirt down bitch you was never hard Your word is bond I'll be ready for whatever guard I got a pen that move quicker than Usain When I'm creating the real writing that true pain Blue flames I buss and spit deadly Boom so you know it's about to get heavy Clear the path when my hood's on the rampage Murderin' shit til we're locked in the damn cage Hook 2 Ruste Juxx Now if you suckers had plans, Imma' ruin it A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it Mad cos you can't do how I'm doin' it They play fake, R.J. stay true in it VERSE 3 Blacastan Niggas be snoopin' like blue's clues Another rapper turned journalist gossipin' fake news I never sit down and spill tea, that's not me, I'm O.G Plant my flag in your realty That means I'm takin' your block strictly strong arm robberies Without gettin' shot now Who you know liver than Blac & Juxx nobody Snuck the sawed shotty in the party Kaboom, Guess who stepped in the room it's the B to the L to the A To the crooked ass, C Y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with me, so Flip your pockets, make sure they're empty One false move and the shotty'll empty Turn on the lights after I count to three We vanish before they could call the P.D Hook 3 – Ruste Juxx Now if you suckers had plans, Imma' ruin it A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it Mad cos you can't do how I'm doin' it They play fake, R.J. stay true in it