Rushy, Rushy, Rush!

On the on the on the

On the on the on the Rushy

On the bum-Rushy Rush Rushin lika a blast!

Out-out-out the fckin grave, look alive, hah!

Yeah, right now I aint got no real beef, nah

Unless that beef comin wit the wagyu, uh... So its somethin petty if they kill me

Like a flyswatter fatal, somethin buggy Either way Im ready, bruh we’ll see

Like a crystal ball shattered, aint no prediction fo we

Yeah we’ll see

See my face on ur mama's TV screen, see?

Talkin dirt my sht heavy, filthy

Like I wrote it wit a muddy finger on a dookie

1st thing a i learned, the early bird get the worm, so I went n got the worm, goofys still sleep

I got the early bird special... the worm? Thats the bullet they aint see creep When they cut me it burned, it was real deep

Like a 3rd-degree tattoo on my soul, lemme hear that squeak

Sht its still deep

Im sayin, it was what it will be

Yeah, it was, it is, n it gon happen again, jus wait, u'll will see!

I need a poster on the side of a buildin Somethin big enough to make God say, "Who that in the buildin?"

I could pull up on that btch n get a meal free

pull up in a tank, tell em "Feed me!" Free? Make it prestige, please I’ll take it free, but I dont want it if its real cheap nah, that real cheap a wrap if u shy like a drill beat

If u aint drillable, u get wrapped up like a Christmas present fo the street

If I cant finish on her face, she aint a real freak

She gotta be my canvas, my Picasso... if she aint splatter-proof, she aint complete

See how I do it thru the pain, this sht heal me

My pain my therapist, it heal me... turns scars into skill me

Dont let me do this sht in vain, u gotta feel me

Yeah, feel the dope in my veins, or this was all in vain... u gotta feeeeeel me!

So much dope sht in my veins it might kill me

Like an overdose of myself, it might kill me... or make me a legend... Gilgameshy

Watch me if u wanna see a G- O-D

Im channelin the spirit like a seer

Pablo with the hustle, escobar vision clear

Best kno Im a capo—runnin pens like Rondo

Got the 9 close, no convo, they talkin on the low

Combo if u try it homie, words connect like punches, leave u lonely

No convo, y'all be lyin on me, Pinocchio noses, blatantly

I say nah ho, tell it like it is

Love her like she mine, fck her like she his

Did him bad then worse, karma served, in reverse

I kno these weirdos mad it aint hurt

I wish a goofy ask fo a verse, Im litter than trash on the curb, haaa!

I never been the type to ask dudes 1st

Biblical how u can stand on my word

On the on the on the

On the on the on the Rushy

On the bum-Rushy Rush Rushin lika a blast!

Out-out-out the fckin grave, look alive, Heh-heh!

Rushy... Rushy... Rush!