Rust

Caught in the middle But I faught just to get to the Spot where I got, oh God (God) Guide like a missle Till I get where I wanted To get by my tewnties no stop Hm Look in the rear Seen shit enter view Flip script, make a list Turn my A's into Q's like "Yo Ivan, haven't heard a song in a while Whats wrong try to smile Get a bong turn the dial back" Seven, eight years When the street was the playground Run around with rocks Cut deep, took the same route Stumbled off the beat of the path When shit seemed to get bad And I packed a-couple bags Moved back forth and back From my friends, to my moms, to my dads Drug addiction, alcoholic stained genes But the boot don't fit So I bought a pair of free runs just to feel free once Pulled a-couple strings Like the puppet of a shit show Selling all the bad jokes, and tweaking all the free ones Just to see where things go, down Now release 'em all and see what Happens when you counter back Strike, like a crowd in black Holding up a peace sign, ring finger, east side Never point blame, settle down So that leaves my, middle finger up I released my, self in the open But nobody ever see's I Put a ton of time into shit, and I never get it back No love, fake friends, all it seems like So I'm picking things right Back up where I left 'em Call the cops, bring a weapon Get a good look now I'll be gone in a second Bet nobody got skills on the mic like me, Even Tyson couldn't cook a f****** chicken this hot, let's see Who gon' step up in the ring Get a hook in, flee Turn to Bilbo wearing precious when i come to eat my seconds Never second guessing I've been in the zone since I dropped the adolescent And nobody ever stepped in, now Ima switch it into God mode Levels to the game, I'm the boss, don't choke, don't slip Charged up, and im still going strong when you try to turn me off hoe Call, don't Tried to leave a message and I only got a dial tone Marking up a plan, just to make acouple G's Then I'll move out to a hill, like a king With no service, you can't reach C'mon smile hoe, see Things ain't as bad as they seem, until you get close Push me to the edge, now I'm walking on a slip slope Tell 'em that I'm eatin' and they come at me with pitch forks Even when im rich, I'll still hang around the brokes Cause my life I spent with nothing while surrouned by the rich folks People used to knock me, now they copy But you'll never get the results Hating on me now, you a b**** I was walking on eggshells Now I got em tip-toed Shooting from the hip though Waving at the camera "Hey mom, hope you're watching 'cause your offsprings about to run this s*** yo" You don't, know what I got in store... Or, know what you are in for