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Ruthless (ft. BR4CKETT, WEALTHMASTA)
- //Verse 1: RapBoat//
- We’re the apex predators in a jungle full of delusional housecats
- I was grinding while you were binge watching shows and sitting on your ass
- Building an empire on your bones, I laugh when you think you’re winning
- I’m the reason you hit a ceiling, because I am the fucking ceiling
- Coming for your monopolies, and we ain’t polite about it
- Every doubter getting silenced, every snake, we make em bow to
- Us and bury them in deadlines, running laps around you like we’re NASCAR racing
- Through your insecurities, banana peeling your feelings while accelerating
- I have victims, not enemies, I break people, not outta malice
- But outta sheer, unstoppable momentum and talent
- I’m like Thanos, I snap and then half of you wannabes disappear into irrelevance
- I was grinding while you were still googling what ambition is
- I’ve lapped you so many times you should start calling me Dad
- I’m the standard, I’m not just built different, I’m built to dominate, that’s facts
- I’m not just on top, I own the motherfucking mountain
- I ain't looking down to throw you a rope, so don’t look around, bitch
- I'm pissing off the summit, raining down on all the weak ass chumps pretending
- They’re about that life, you wanna compete then fucking get in here
- But don't cry when we embarrass you, demolish you, and bury you so deep
- That even your ancestors feel the L that you receive
- I'm not out here for validation or claps from broke bitches
- I'm out here for dominance, I’m ruthless and unapologetic
- So talk your little shit, play your little stupid games
- Just know that when I come through I ain’t gonna fucking play
- //Verse 2: BR4CKETT//
- Guns on me, money with me, I only have success, nothing to confess
- White boy thug causing nothing more than stress, the hoes im trying to impress
- Friends told me about a home they robbed and left in distress, they feeling fresh
- The last thing I saw before I fell down was my death, taking my last breath with some meth
- Aye, (CHRIST) I dominate the game, feeling so overwhelmed by the fame
- Over the years of me, I felt like I overcame, shooting a three in the nick of time, im dame
- Old friend randomly called me out with a frame, then he died 2 days later, what a shame
- I’m the only white boy who knows what it feels like to be a black king, im banging
- My old friends dad with a hammer on the wrist hanging from a cross
- Some rhymes like crisscross applesauce, need the applause, scoring bangers like its lacrosse
- Said some diddy things and hit pause, we some real outlaws, just imagine Rick Ross as your boss
- Call it up, albatross, need more props, the beef I squash, we need some more cops
- Who are willing to give a response to not just bombs but for a black murder
- Push the investigation further, the souls I need to nurture, it’s not a bother
- Demons that tried to conquer, they moving darker, real quick like a monster
- They beg me to give them my honor, but I know that im smarter
- Hand me a dollar, give me a real father, before you claim im improper
- California gold rush the way the insults come from all over, I know I am a stoner
- A stoner who don’t know how to stay sober, one who plays poker, not mediocre
- But at least he got few bands, around 100 followers, grew to be famous in only a few months
- Crushing his opponents, for the very few moments, like they were just some rodents
- Only needs four components, thats money, power, love, and Molly
- You know I never smoked before 18 thats a quick truth, probably
- Honestly what would I do without some weed and a few hundred bands, flee the country
- //Verse 3: WEALTHMASTA//
- Gettin’ victories, I still be killin’ this league too, bitches suck, jealous they ain’t winnin’ like Gs do
- Triggered cucks, motherfuck your shitty ass clean rules, uncaged yo and I’m gettin’ them heat nukes
- One KO and I’m killin’ these weak fools, won payloads but these envious fiends lose
- The pain shows, and their skin got a green hue from the waste zone that these bitches get sent to
- Cause the crown will forever be mine, and I don’t care how many “seconds” go by
- You still never gonna be “second” in line, cause I ain’t dreadin’ decline
- Wreckin’ these pests while I’m steppin’ in 5s, but even if I took it one step at a time
- I would never be set to rewind, and I still think I’d count as ahead of my time
- But these bitches need a timeout, you know that I don’t play, fuck around and find out
- Tired of these low ranks, y’all some fuckin’ strikeouts, coming for your whole base
- Ladies see me, thighs out, you a simp like OJ, people wanna cry bout
- How I’m just so dope, ay, got many lines, boutta grind them up like cocaine
- High risk when I get my hands on those guided missiles, boutta make the sky split
- Like motherfuckin’ ISIS, bitches wanna cry, you shoulda just stayed quiet
- They panic nervously, I’m grabbin’ my knife and getting ready to slice em
- Like free plastic surgery, cause you know the look on their faces will be priceless
- Street smart, call me Morgan Freeman, retards gettin’ scored on easy
- Horny ass corny weasels be riding dick, you know they love to gorge on penis
- They earning worms, like early birds, nobody finna be snoring peacful
- Ly, cause step up to us and yo relatives gonna become morning people (mourning people)
- Got no pity for my victims cause I know they on a mission that’s malicious
- Goin’ Kendrick on these bitches with a physical collision and I’m finna get you in submission
- Doctors listin’ all the symptoms, makin’ medical desicions, fuck your venemous convictions
- When I send you to the clinic it’s the only instance you gon be in critical condition
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