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fresco (rapper) – rusty shank lyrics

[intro]
gemini, your word is intellect, from the latin word, ingenium, meaning g*nius
ay, ay! yo, it smell like dog sh-t over here, ay, come get your son! come get, ay, aw whatever. f-ck

[verse 1]
i been rearranging the way that i speak my thoughts
’cause things changing, these peeps raging, i spit my darts
these statements relieve achings, they hit your heart
receive placements, hating to watch me fall apart
i feel like half the population need an inst-tute
for instance, dude, they getting moved over instant views
and instagram be the station where you get your news
same place, these [?] they become a christian, too
wait, who came up with “make america great again”?
sh-t is stupid, this the u.s, not the f-cking continent
they got false dominance, hide they true confidence
incompetent, like they don’t know they own consequence
(man, f-ck it) ’cause mentality is getting numb to these fatalities
like they used to people p-ssing, we don’t take action
we’d rather watch video reactions, read captions, and partake in all of these kiki dances
she don’t love you like mother earth do, sh-t’s absurd dude
another hazard just for us to hurdle
no usain bolt, but we running from our problems rather than being gathered on the same boat

[chorus]
this world too depressing, mama said to wake up and count all my blessings, and stop all that stressing
we gon’ soon see progression, just consume this reflection (uh)
this world too depressing, mama said to wake up and count all my blessings, and stop all that stressing
we gon’ soon see progression, just consume this reflection
ughhh

[verse]
sh-t ain’t been the same since they shot x
looking at the universe, like who you got next?
another article on the web, sh-t is complex
all these artists getting f-cked over like its raw s-x
but where the trojan at?
i be the inside man that’s gon’ throw the axe
fold your cap to show you that they creepin’
will try to reach me where i’m heading
ain’t no sweating, i behead ’em, leave you leaking like it’s red d-ck (f-ck the radio)
and all they thinkin’ is some questions, i’m just swayin’ in the morning while i’m eating my breakfast
jet quick, master my craft to funk flex sh-t
no jumpin’ to conclusions, need a 22k necklace
too much sh-t inside my mental, type of sh-t that leave me mental, love and hate, just tryna wrestle
i’ma leave it to my pencil, been a yangful soul, i think y’all runnin’ late
aiming for the gold can get you cut with a rusty shank

[outro]
ah, what the f-ck, bro? oh my god, jesus christ
ay! honey! get me some double a batteries, something wrong with the t.v! ay! ay! where you at?
get your -ss up and get it yourself!
awh! ay! talk all that sh-t, you gon’ get a smack, baby girl
i’m telling you right now, i’m telling you right now
ay! you said you gon’ make me some dinner, though -burps-

- fresco rapper lyrics

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