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xavy rusan – abolition lyrics

[intro]
(+clears throat+)
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
let me talk my sh+t one time
look

[verse]
i exist in all dimensions, n+ggas flesh bound (flesh bound)
the stale money from the mattress brought a fresh pound (fresh pound)
leather on the stearin’ wheel, it got my palm chilly (brr)
short necklace with the long w+lly, calm, really
and it ain’t even ’bout the fame, it’s ’bout the bread, n+ggas loss (ha)
f+ck a intern, shawty, take me to the boss
know they tried to count me out, but couldn’t count high enough
i ain’t gotta hear the album, listen to ’em liе enough
bad lil’ baby fed by the cornbrеad
i don’t need designer, sh+t, i wear my own thread (ooh)
take it from the label, put it in the homestead
i don’t borrow sh+t, lil’ n+gga, i loan bread
i do it for the underground sh+t that ain’t promoted
crumble up the cookies, got me coughin’ like the covid (+cough+)
go straight from suadi to audi comin’ from germany
i ain’t gotta speak when i enter, the winners heard of me (oh, they know)
feelin’ like the summer beachside in the winter (okay)
with my lowest throw and the east side out the sprinter (east side, east side)
used to borrow mama’s whip, i had to drop some gas in it
use my own sh+t, and now a goddess droppin’ ass in it
slidin’ through savanna, country grandma in the speakers (skrrt)
learned a lot from nana, had no manners for the teachers
keep my energy away from scammers and the reachers
’cause i’ve always been a player, you just chanted from the bleachers
hood legend like the wings with the lemon pepper
but alkaline livin’ got a niji livin’ better
and every time she see me, she would eat me if i let her
catch me somewhere out in fiji ‘fore you see me in a sweater (true)
busy buyin’ businesses, i got no business for you bums (no way)
flippin’, flexin’ fitness, stackin’ digits, is you dumb? (ha)
told you, i ain’t trippin’, got it handled like a briefcase
cheapskate, lookin’ like the winner of the sweepstakes, baby
i’m a cheapskate, lookin’ like the winner of the sweepstakes, baby
look
[chorus]
this is for my queens with the ass and the melanin (the melanin)
and for my kings buyin’ game, they gon’ sell again (they gon’ sell again)
spread the word around town, go and tell a friend (go and tell a friend)
we slayin’ devils, ’bout to send ’em back to h+ll again (back to h+ll again)
this is for my queens with the ass and the melanin (the melanin)
and for my kings buyin’ game, they gon’ sell again (they gon’ sell again)
spread the word around town, go and tell a friend (you better tell a friend)
we slayin’ devils, ’bout to send ’em back to h+ll again (back to h+ll again)

- xavy rusan lyrics

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