Rud3 - Cigar Talk

I could never lie
I'm gon live my truth
Put the gas down
I hopped in the booth
Avo Uvezian
And cup of Rude (Sauvignon)
Japanese whiskey
That's gon spike the mood
If you fucking wit me
That's a righteous move
Couple solid niggas wit me
They gon light the fuel
Flame on once it's game on
They come right for you
Warlord tone it down nigga
I Stay grinding so I eat
I go violent on a beat
Hear me modest when I speak
Blame my momma for this speech
Since I got it honest
I been stashing commas for some weeks
This some serious profit
This ain't for the cowards or the weak
Couple mortgage filings
We going move this product like it's d
I know all about it
I invested power into me
Once I flip it I go and get it
Like Rodman off the rebound (Rebound)
You definitely outta line
You not on this type of time
Perceiving these as rhymes
When this shit is pure science
You ain't clocking math
You can't sell em what they buying
You better rebound
Tobak especial (Heavy smoke)
Signing dotted lines
For property lines
Use to get offensive
Got my skin up in the game
I'm on D now (Defense)
You definitely outta line
You Not on this type of time
Perceiving these as rhymes
When this shit is pure science
You ain't clocking no math
You can't sell em what they buying
You better rebound
Tobak especial (Heavy smoke)
Signing dotted lines
For property lines
Use to get offensive
Got my skin up in the game
I'm on d now (Defense)

Written by:
Anthony Phillips

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