Robin Raps - Ruckus! (feat. Ali Buckets & Torin Messer)

God damn, you ain't never heard it cheeky as this
Boy fuckin up the mic, James Douglas, ya bish
I just wanna throw some pomodoros before the door close
Ahhh got a gunny sack full of them shits, yeah
I'm crafty like a fox is, brazen and incautious
Cutting off my locks, mouth running like a faucet
Used to be, I rapped and I felt like an imposter
Now I cut a track and I feel like Kenny Rogers, ha
This a Midwest side story
Call the literati, they been asking for it
I'm from Indiana, we the Children of the Corn
Talk shit, they get you in the lavatory
If you wack and morbid, take a trip to the North Coast
We got flavor more so than digiorno
Ima race to the finish
I'm on my last leg and I only had two to begin with
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you
Say less, we could go dumb
Paint the town red, say when
Drop the pin, I don't need the addy
Right time is now, don't fold like some creased khakis
I'm in the moment wit it, done living life slow
Might go psycho, pyro, I know
Might not, could be wrong, I find it enticing
It's like half the excitement
Don't wonder why, let it ride
And in time, bet you'll find you're internally guided
Me, you
All the homies and they homies too
Gotta get it how we living
Be specific with my vision, who I'm meant to mention
When I make a couple millions, I can say I did it skipping
Not denying that it's hard, but I still have fun
With the ones that I love while we ran it up
And I ain't had enough of this thing called life
Now watch me fuck it up, like what you done this time, I mean
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you
What's the hubbub?
Was telling Robin and Buckets "they gonna love us," ay
We at the function and packing a couple hundred, yeah
We keep it jumping -- the House of Pain when we coming
We know that they boutta love it
It's so sick
Calling me Messy cause all my flows kicking and goals hitting
I'm never slowing, got no limits
I'm from the city where all the kiddies been grown different
And that's showing when all my lyrics I spit are prolific
T Mess from the middle of the map
Coming outta Indiana, Ima put it on my back, look
Getting litty with the brodie Robin Raps and my homie Ali Buckets
He can show you where it's at, ay
I gotta shoutout to Kut cause this shit cold
I know that they gon be bumping this song when it gets old, look
They really digging that fool when he spit gold,
I'm stunting, then thunderstruck and they loving that shit
So I'm saying
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell
Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell
Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you

Written by:
Torin Messer, Grayson Pitts, Kenneth Mundy

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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