RUDO

[Verse 1: Aerial Ace]
Ay, better stay on your busy, learned that from my pa
Big raga, I got 'em, adapt what he saw
Bring work where I go, I rap in my car
I look in that mirror, I'm loving my flaws
If you ain't on that shit - get lost
Crab be in the bucket, I'm rinsing my claw
I ain't water my wrist, I'm flicking 'em off
Your hoe with the street like north broad
I'm not engineering, stop sending me raw
My royalties apeing amount King Kong
Pad to pad bringing bounce in this bitch - ping-pong
Boy, I been out my mind since the Spacequake song
Hit a switch on the Drake make the Jakes take long
Bars over your head, still over your head
I look as you dead, you a Tay K clone
I know my worth, my pay day wrong
Pockets need to be looking like a Rayqua tone
Got a problem, leave your mind like the Lele zone
'K, smokey, let's work, bring your day/day home
Flip his dome, he a place where the Beyblades roam
What fans you got? They erase your songs
Frame one, they love me, they save state on
I'm GOAT, motherfucker, can't deflate this jawn

[Verse 2: 954mari]
But they still gassed up tryna shake this throne
Ain't no way to break me with hate this strong
I'm Konan - the way I got pape this bomb
Steep price that they pay when they say shit wrong
I'm cashing that check with my blade withdrawn
I run to the money with Asics on
They face in the pavement, you think it's Han
Got carbonite casing on all of my opps
High as fuck - Cloud City - I can't even talk
Trap hyperspace jumping, can't even stop
Sith lord, all black, y'all showing me clones
Nine last thing to press, this a rotary phone
These bills 'bout a check, but we rolling in coach
Bro carrying white like he roll with the pope
Just luck of the draw, he drawing a blank
Like a boyscout tie, we show him the ropes
Yeah, the hoe got a butt, but she none but a hoe
She be acting an ass, but I already know
So it's no use in asking, I'm hardly opposed
Cheat on me with her man, skeleton in her closet
I take that to grave, my target to bone
My feelings been died, and I'm already ghost

[Verse 3: Aerial Ace]
Ain't got shit to bargain, she already sold
Girl, start with a stove, leave the arson to pros
Put fire to ass and charted the globe
Begone with you frauds and carted the dough
You stringing in luck, then harp on a hoe
You out here fast, you scarfing it, bro
Man, they all need to go, need to sodder the floor
I'm like Clark in the scope, but I'm sparking it though, they gon' loathe that
Lead be taxing, they don't wanna rollback
So disgusted, who the fuck done wrote that?
Bask in glory, think it's Baskin Robbins
Take your pick, I pop 'em, motherfucker, I'm on that
All in, call in
I'ma have to bartend Carrolltons
Got 'em swinging, ah, man, starving?
What you get with Martians and New Orleans? Bitch