RUDA & D.RXSE - Lectures 101

Now this the end of my lecture
Now this the end of my lecture
Now this the end of my lecture
Now this the end of my lecture
Now this the end of my lecture
Now this the end of my lecture
Now this the end of my lecture
(RUDA)
Now this the end of my lecture
(It's about time)
I got an evil mind there's evil lines
Inside my book of tricks
Almost lost it flipping the Sentra
Now I'm about to flip my script
Growing up I won't so militant
An ignorant little shit
Had my parents pissed
(Jeffrey!)
Cause I was in to illegal shit
Thought a quick stint in the military
Could be an easy fix
This problem child's mental health
Ain't been the same since
Seen and done a lot of shit
Some of which I won't forget
PTSD can really hit
And it's hard to cope with the stress
Anxiety is like a cloud
Got me choking and outta breath
Smoking the devils lettuce
On Jesus' doorsteps
(Amen)
Now I
Listen to war vets
Scheme how to get more checks
Kids play in the woods
Get attacked by the Hor nets
There's girls that play in the sheets
Don't get trapped by the whores nest
(Sick)
There's men that lay in the sewer
Like rats after your bread
There's shooters throughout these streets
They could be aiming for your head
You better duck, get tucked
Get off the block or lay em down to bed
(Hell yeah)
I get my heart from Virginia
Where the fakes shouldn't go
It's where the real ones tote
And they ain't afraid to blow
(Nah)
We wear our heart on our sleeve
And we ain't afraid to show
Me and RUDA tell the truth
Ain't no time for fables
(Bitch)
No, you can't eat with us
This a small table
(This table too small)
Put Virginia on the map
804 the staple
I'ma always have my brothers back
No Cain and Abel
(I got y'all)
Tryna get it out the mud
We don't need a label
(Hell naw)
All this shit I been through
Left me unstable
Rest In Peace to my uncle
That's my guardian angel
(Rest in peace Chris)
Everything he did for me
I'm forever grateful
When his soul left this earth
Yeah, that shit was painful
But, I got right back up
(Yes I did)
Brushed it off,
Now I'm tryna get my stacks up
(Well I'm trying to)
And cruise around with my wife in a black truck
(VROOOOM)
Got The Vet in the back
With the vector
Need a home for your bones?
RUDA the collector I betcha
Jago with the heckler
(Hahahaha)
You wanna run your mouth
He gone wet ya
Pull up to your show
And disrespect ya
For bein extra
(Damn right bitch)
My rhymes will infect ya
Shoulda shot him
But I slept ya
The only reason your breathing
Motherfucka's cuz I let ya
Now this the end of my lecture

Written by:
Dylan Ambrose, J Rudacille

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