Mastered the Style

[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
Yo, I mastered the style of mastering styles
Illy fresh shit make the crowd go wild
I mastered the style of mastering flows
I mastered the highs, mastered the lows
How the fuck a wack nigga sell five mill?
How the fuck a wack nigga get a record deal?
If I ever see some wack niggas fronting off liqour
I will run up on them wack niggas and whack niggas

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
What if I make a mistake and clap you in the face, by accident
The shot ricochets, split your man cabinet
When my four's out break the gauze out
Bullet draws out, tall price the blood pours out
What if we was weak and y'all niggas was rough
Fucked more bitches and squeeze more guns than us
What if I had three fifths of yak, three spliffs of black
Sat and wrote a [?] rap
And my pen never touched the paper
Rust major, I puff nature in green leaf and dutch papers
Niggas never knew whom the God, now you consume the God
Giving breathing room the God
I'm skilled in my ocum, my IQ high through the Z
Then multiple the science by three
Niggas can't fuck with me
Straight up and down, bitch how the fuck you sound
Nigga I bug you in your jaw, fuck around and get your ass plugged with the four
Tied to a Volvo and drug on the floor
It's grizzly Nam, you bringing cubs to the war
Ain't hard to tell this is Killer Cartel
All the way live 25 with a L
Escaping to the heaven 'cause we trapped in the hell
You dope it out with the champs 'cause you frail
My first division, co division, ring bells

[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
I mastered the style of mastering styles
Illy fresh shit make the crowd go wild
I mastered the style of mastering flows
I mastered the highs, mastered the lows
How the fuck a wack nigga sell five mill?
How the fuck a wack nigga get a record deal?
If I ever see some wack niggas fronting off liqour
I will run up on them wack niggas and whack niggas

[Verse 2: Tek]
What if I still robbed to eat, fucked to sleep
Would I be inside the beast or out on the street?
In a small town, putting it down with some of my peeps
The gunner man let it blam, stay busting my heat
In the red V-twizzy, maxing the speed
Burning the tree, yelling out fuck the police
Or would I be the undisputed, undefeated, middle weight champion of the world, top seeded
Critics heated, at the odds 'cause I beat it
Stay weeded like I should be 'cause I need it
But what if I was weak and the money was there?
Would I just let you jump me and you still breathe air
What if I was Tek with cartel respect
Hood like connects, get anybody touched
What If I faked moves, hated dudes like you
Snooze like you, then I'd be a fool like you

[Hook: Tek]
'Cause I mastered the style of mastering styles
Illy fresh shit make the crowd go wild
I mastered the style of mastering flows
I mastered the highs, mastered the lows
How the fuck a wack nigga sell five mill?
How the fuck a wack nigga get a record deal?
If I ever see some wack niggas fronting off liqour
Run up on them wack niggas and whack niggas