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rude max – two for the crew lyrics

[intro – rude max]
put your hands up, put em in the sky
if you wanna smoke blunts with us and get high
then come on over lets have a little fun
codependents, rude, and chase bjornson

[chase bjornson]
after one o’clock its finally time to rise and shine
i’m twisting up a blunt and calling rude to spit a rhyme
we’re switching up the scene while others only wasting time
the codependent movement gives me real peace of mind
we burn the tallest trees while we chilling in the studio
shadow weaves the canvas while we painting down our musical
codependent family showing us that we are lyrical
rude and chase up on the mic spit it like a miracle
life is on the edge but we’re not the ones to fall off
keep my head high till we blowing clouds at the top
like the way it sounds when you hear the heavy b-ss drop
sleepless in the studio with all times on the clocks
knocking 40s back will we can barely stand up
beer pong, bong sesh, finally the flip cup
hip hop, punk rock, whomping out to the dub
but don’t f-ck with lil wayne because he is a f-cking scrub
my car it is my skate my skate it is my car
but these trucks and wheels, they can only get me so far
far enough to blaze with rude while we spitting down these bars
and were pouring out our souls to try and show you who we are
we’ll building up a brand new movement from our own philosophy
speaking to a brand new people, real sh-t thats what i mean
breaking down the borders cause we finally hold the key
my music and my poetry this is what matters most to me

(chorus – chase, shadow & rude) 2x
it goes
one for money
two for the crew
three for homies
four for f-ck you
five the b-tches
six for getting high
seven for that mother f-cking northwest side

[rude max
beauty isn’t choosable, i’m typically unusual
the simple definition of a human isn’t beautiful
i need another day to rest and get the bullsh-t off my chest
i’ve cheated almost every test, i wish i would gave my best
in school i wasn’t ever cool, i was fool and broke the rules
i ran with all the bad kids, i stole jewels, and spoke to ghouls
i found addiction, more than just a habit
the people all around me were the keys to buy and have it
all i want i never got, so it’s time to take another shot
listen up, watch me rot, fading out, feeling hot
lighting up, burning down, feel the vibes, hear the sound
where’s the mic, screaming loud, in my mind, i’m needing out
i’m losing sight, i hear them call, the demon’s write, my name on walls
in the pit, stomp em’ all, throwing bows, starting brawls
here’s the end, i see the dark, nothing more than a bleeding heart
broken, ripped apart, sleep it off, back to start

(chorus – chase, shadow & rude) 2x
it goes
one for money
two for the crew
three for homies
four for f-ck you
five the b-tches
six for getting high
seven for that mother f-cking northwest side

[shadow]
apparently i’m parenting this rap sh-t needed discipline
i’m bad at this whole parent thing my instincts are just kicking in
the second i am present, my presences is a present
it’s like christmas to you b-tches the minute that i existed
so go figure that i am bigger and better than the average
like a savage i sort with madness through artists i have ravaged
and just to manage fuss i got a manager to handle stuff
but all in all he can barely manage us (i’m kidding)
while i’m at a full sprint, you rappers at a stand still
i’m paul bunion mashin’ on these motherf-cking ant hills
i’ll tell you walk a mile in my kicks, you’ll tell me “man chill”
this a pair of shoes almost all you fools can’t fill
if you wanna find me, i’m where the substance be
most this music be above the ground, we stay underneath
rezerected records, royale entertainment
rude max next track will lay you under pavement

(chorus – chase, shadow & rude) 2x
it goes
one for money
two for the crew
three for homies
four for f-ck you
five the b-tches
six for getting high
seven for that mother f-cking northwest side

[outro – rude max]
put your hands up, put em in the sky
if you wanna smoke blunts with us and get high
then come on over lets roll another up
royale entertainment b-tch that’s whats up
sparehouse entertainment you can’t get enough
rezerected records, b-tch p-ss the blunt

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