Rusty (Feat. Lil_chip)

Tired of being an outcast, nigga

I’m not completely doubtless, reconsider,

It’s like day and night, the way the switch flickers,

Your flipping off with thin fingers, you wasted your moment,

Like binge drinkers, I’m hungry, I need some wings, nigga

Fuck creation, I’m stuck pacing, brains aching,

I’m done fuckin’ maintainin’, Straight Rusty,

I’m not in it for mag bustin’, in it just to make money,

Though I barely had nothing, doesn’t mean I’m privileged,

It’s my image, dragged in the dirt, just cause some kids in,

Can’t keep they lips locked, I’m just pissed off,

Check another one on the list off, everything I’ve been in,

Got kicked off, now I’m here alone, writing whims off,

Just a stand-alone with a microphone, Watch yo tone,

I’m violence prone, I ain’t mindless though, I go high and low,

Toe-to-toe, gotta bare my feet, dare I peek,

Another speckle off the sleet, stepping so hard,

Crackin’ concrete, crackin’ up, where my grahams.

They say my phone outdated but at least it is cellular

They mad that I'm different they calling me irregular

But tell them they can stay on that regular degular

Moving on my own like my name mike pence

Pay for my shit lemme find my cents

Writing my shit let me get the pen

worried bout me yet can't pay your rent

Buying new sneakers was money well spent

Still opening doors, Guess I'm a gent

Then again, I’m just a little boy, playing coy, wordplay

Like these are little toys, annoying with the bitches yelling

“Broke nigga, pull up in Rolls Royce” lotta noise,

Fuck a Royce, I’ll roll this up bluntly, picked a poor choice,

Still quiet like an ignored voice, I’ll keep rapping,

Informed choice, pen still tapping, I need more, bitch,

If can’t mark it, I’ll store it, stop playing important,

Like you know me, although half of those niggas over the seas,

They can’t see my vision, must be blinded, oh please,

I just wanna fuck up these beats,

2 cents for a “fucked up” receipt, keep ‘em tucked up,

Still begging for an increase, or some shoes that don’t squeak,

Maybe sneakers for me, all these rappers, dripping with leaks,

Why don’t that happen to me? Not enough feats?

Can’t fulfill these needs? These expectations, keeping me at my feet,

Fuck this, rusting overtime, I’m getting brittle,

Oh so grime, my vision can’t even focus up this time,

Too little, Fuck this, fuck that, tuck this in,

Suck that, fuck fag, I ain’t even spittin’ no more,

Just mad, a Rusty being at that, can’t even construct,

Destruction comes last, these little bars rusting up so fast,

Can’t keep up, so I gotta rush with that, can’t crush with raps

So why don’t I go back, to a luckless rag, taking stabs

I’ll collapse, in my tracks, I can’t keep with speed,

Circling right back, wondering why people can’t bump some crap,

Little as to respect my raps, but no, we need a mumbler next,

He might need a plumbing with all the shit he spews all in his wack

Fuck what they say, pointless, all that, I’ll just snap back to that flow

Can’t even fit a line anymore, the way I draw on my sheet

Im drawer, not dressing up like play princesses

Slay them with the game, it just ain’t the same, I’ll be rusty

Before I even hit the way, I gotta scale up the lane

Skull fuckin’, fucked in the brains, stick staying like a dirty stain,

Staying high on my own little plane, it just doesn’t hit the same,

But oh, who wants to hear a little kid complain,

They can file their own complaint, I’ll have it all just explained,

Look, what game are you playing, pressing my buttons,

Like it’s “A-okay”, all my moves end in blood like in vain,

Useless, game over, that’s great,

my jar tipping over with hate, coaster, no escape,

Saw a villain at my shoulder, so I rolled around asked him

“How could I get bolder?” Respect to MF DOOM, spell it

ALL CAPS, like next to my hats, couldn’t shift,

Hardly called a lyricist, they ask me where my spirits is,

Never had it, microphone wired like a crack addict,

Smack to add it, seal it up, bag it, that bread production from Cane’s

Ranged with a gun, while deranged, some say I’m insane,

I agree with that statement, but you bystanders better stand by,

Armed, but it’s grounded, like a landmine, scolded for band time,

Had to focus, had to tell the fans “bye” for a moment,

I’ve gone and I’ve spoken, chokeholdin’, I’m gone and I’ve chosen

They say my phone outdated but at least it is cellular

They mad that I'm different they calling me irregular

But tell them they can stay on that regular degular

Moving on my own like my name mike pence

Pay for my shit lemme find my cents

Writing my shit let me get the pen

worried bout me yet can't pay your rent

Buying new sneakers was money well spent

Still opening doors, Guess I'm a gent

They call me outcast, but my clothes ain't crusty

I got a steel fridge, yet that shit ain't rusty

Say you got brown hair, we checked and it was dusty

I don't wear deodorant yet I am never musty

I'm in it for my soul, and some quick money

Got the latest car just to dip, honey

Eating cheerios out the box and it was yummy

Who knew the outcast could be funny?

You have no shoes, so we call you cold feet

Nigga when you lose, you know you owe me

Can't afford to snooze, or to even O-D

Chose to ride in the Benz, or the red pony

Got the dictionary in hand, ain't talking webster

I still own these lands, and you a trespasser

Mutating and spreading far, diagnosed with cancer

Changed the semi-matic to an auto, tragic

And it ain't automatic, but it still is a hazard

Casting spells like a wizard, I thought you were a mister

Regrowing my sight, and restoring my life, got you in strife

I can be green, yellow, black and white, and still take your wife