[Verse 1: Ruslan]
I'm done, tipping on my toes, running through the hoes
I've run my heart through with the beats just because
I need no rest, trying my best, but no one is impressed
I don't have to be blessed to be that assessed, yes
Hi T.S. and everybody, I'm looking for a better body
You're claiming the bestest rappers, scribbling fucking letters, Codies
Sucks already, hating on us Bonds, you can call us Chasers
Story-tellers, getting higher pace by pace straight to the space and
You fall from grace if you do not recognize our chance, you put another phrase
It makes no sense, it's just a game, it's just a race and we're in France
Kings in Paris balling so hard, but we even don't ball and even don't roll
Your empty soul's crawling in the hole, searching for the parole, yeah, under my sole
Ohh.. I'm outta control, all I do is motherfucking in your brains
Affirmative action, a heart attack and blood stop rushing through your veins
Your talk is cheap, it makes two cents, I'm so fluent, you're in turbulence
I'm getting advance and throwing my lance, you better just hence to the zone defence
[Hook: Ruslan]
If u want me to do it
I can make you screw and
Leave this fucking boring bullshit
I just wanna say
I made it, I made it, I made it, I made it
You faded, you faded, you faded, you faded
Don't get it, don't get it, it's gettin complicated
Be patient, be patient, I did it, I made it
[Verse 2: Ruslan]
Feel me? This verse goes harder than it's ever been
Voice you've never heard, face you've never seen gonna kill
You and this beat, like I paid a bill, open these gates, cuz I'm big wheel
And I feel happy like I win a deal, bitch I turn on my heel
Got the best critic, she's so perfect, correcting me and my weak lyrics
It's golden rule, that's how goes physics, the more words weak, the more I get spirit
To write, to make, create this shit, put it on a line, my flow's so plastic
Bitches just envy that I'm fantastic on the fucking stage because I'mma master
Yeah I go nasty like clown Krusty, like the sweetest candy with the hottest mustard
My thoughts are made up like they're clustered, stitch the rhymes faster than Busta
Can not even get it, mind's blown like rasta's, plus don't tell me what I must do
I prepared it, give me just a second motherfucker, here is your pasta
Yeah... eat it, eat it like it's your last bitch
I know you don't get it, you will never pass it
I'm spitting some metaphors, you're gettin stuck in matching
Turned all the lights on, so my lights keep flashing
[Hook: Ruslan]
If u want me to do it
I can make you screw and
Leave this fucking boring bullshit
I just wanna say
I made it, I made it, I made it, I made it
You faded, you faded, you faded, you faded
Don't get it, don't get it, it's gettin complicated
Be patient, be patient, I did it, I made it
