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 rappin'
 If you jack somebody else flow and style
 Then you gon get a black eye like "Panda"
 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
 Man, they always come up short
 I'm a sneaker connoisseur
 I been readin' Art of War
 Don't they see I got some more?
 Nuke the beat up for your boy
 I'ma need another four
 Before I leave it at the morgue
 Yeah, we winnin', but who keepin' score?
 I'ma run up the score (run it out)
 Yeah, run up the score (run it out)
 I'ma run up the score
 I'ma need a few more
 I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ayy
 Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ayy
 Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great
 Ain't nobody safe
 I'ma run up the score (run it out)
 I'ma run up the score (run it out)
 Yeah, run up the score (tell 'em)
 I'ma need a few more
 I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ayy
 Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ayy
 Can't stop, can't stop, gotta be great, ayy
 Ain't nobody safe
 I'ma run up the score (who runnin'?)
 I'ma run up the hills (who runnin'?)
 Yeah, in Hollywood (skeesh)
 Still kept it real (okay)
 That's how you feel? (true story)
 Oh, that's how you feel? (true story)
 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 border
 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 told my momma that boy too slow
 So I came back around and hit them with the bacon, egg and cheese flow (true story)
 Harlem River, drive all the way back my seat go (skrrt)
 Take the field, won't take a knee
 Ah, yeah you know
 I'ma run up the score (run it out)
 Yeah, run up the score (run it out)
 I'ma run up the score
 I'ma need a few more
 I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ayy
 Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ayy
 Can't stop, can't stop, let it be great, ayy
 Ain't nobody safe
 I'ma run up the score (run it out)
 I'ma run up the score (run it out)
 Yeah run up the score
 I'ma need a few more
 I ain't talkin' 'bout twenty five, twenty five, twenty five, ayy
 Thirty five, thirty five, thirty five, ayy
 Can't stop, can't stop, let it be great, ayy
 Ain't nobody safe
 Might 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!