Stay True

VERSE 1 - Reks

Bully boy boy strong arm steady like
My posse mashing out you the passing out type
Catch that nate rob if you don't weave and bob
South paw hit your jaw head'll see saw
Up down fuck clowns we the insane
Membrane a la cypress protected by vipers Kane
Rawer than the booger suga
All i hear from foes yada yada and I coulda' woulda' shoulda'
Shut it up get fishscale gutted up piss smell on g’s and stars bet your gstars wet as fuck aha!
You scurred wasn't prepared aha! Aha! Aha!
Got me laughing ski masking Covid foul
Fire in the hole back to back Kobe style
Two figure 8 sixteen, pristine
Street cеrtified worthy bean to the dirty

Hook 1 Rustе Juxx

Now if you suckers had plans, Imma' ruin it
A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it
Mad cos you can’t do how I’m doin' it
They play fake, R.J. stay true in it

Verse 2 Ruste Juxx

Juxx pimp slap rappers like I’m checkin' the ho’
I just fucked somebody up about a second ago
Now I’m wreckin' the show, you know destroyin' the beat
Knocked your man out now he look like he enjoyin' his sleep
Eh yo, what’s up with it, when your click talkin' that tough shit
Knowin' damn well you ain’t really with that rough shot
Makin' a scene with the drama and theatrics
About the winning Oscar for the best fuckin' actress
Pull your skirt down bitch you was never hard
Your word is bond I’ll be ready for whatever guard
I got a pen that move quicker than Usain
When I’m creating the real writing that true pain
Blue flames I buss and spit deadly
Boom so you know it’s about to get heavy
Clear the path when my hood’s on the rampage
Murderin' shit til we’re locked in the damn cage

Hook 2 Ruste Juxx

Now if you suckers had plans, Imma' ruin it
A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it
Mad cos you can’t do how I’m doin' it
They play fake, R.J. stay true in it

VERSE 3 Blacastan

Niggas be snoopin' like blue’s clues
Another rapper turned journalist gossipin' fake news
I never sit down and spill tea, that’s not me, I’m O.G
Plant my flag in your realty
That means I’m takin' your block strictly strong arm robberies
Without gettin' shot now
Who you know liver than Blac & Juxx nobody
Snuck the sawed shotty in the party
Kaboom, Guess who stepped in the room it’s the B to the L to the A
To the crooked ass, C
Y’all niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, so
Flip your pockets, make sure they’re empty
One false move and the shotty’ll empty
Turn on the lights after I count to three
We vanish before they could call the P.D

Hook 3 – Ruste Juxx

Now if you suckers had plans, Imma' ruin it
A rap career why the fuck you still pursuin' it
Mad cos you can’t do how I’m doin' it
They play fake, R.J. stay true in it