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xavy rusan - after the rain lyrics

[skit]
+heavy breathing+
bring your ass back here!
bro, i tell you…
just where the f+ck you think you goin’, n+gga? (f+ck you goin’, man?)
f+ck you think you goin’?
n+ggas is actin’ different, you know?
bring your ass
from the greener grass again

[verse 1]
told myself i wasn’t made for the dish rag
went to dc, and dropped funnel in my zigzag
dip pass, givin’ them spanish mommies whiplash
grip ass, break ’em off fast like a kit+kat
flip that, make it double up, we could split that
chit chat, free holdin’ motherf+ckin’ lips back
sit back, give you that game in the gift wrap
if you really want it, write it down, you could get that
this that motherf+ckin’ feel good
when the rap hit your soul like it still should
back when n+ggas did other sh+t than pop xans
back when rap wasn’t made for the pop fans
in the party, gettin’ faded, f+ck politickin’
walk in, hoes lookin’ like they baller stricken
i ain’t ballin’, but it’s funny how it work, though
they hear the flow and they be knowin’ that i’m worth more
then all the sh+t they tried to play me with
when they was eatin’, all they let me do was babysit
i give a f+ck about you n+ggas on the shady sh+t
’cause word ’bout another n+gga never made me sh+t, b+tch!
i gotta get it, get it, i got it, that’s on god
so everytime i spit it and flip it, they gon’ nod
the people tell me i really k!ll it, i go hard
so imma need to chill in the villa with goyard
and all this pain and sh+t that i thrive from
i heard the best art is the sh+t that you die from
i’m livin’ out the lines and the rhythm of my drum
i be searchin’ in my heart for the arc when the tide come
i, sh+t heal, that’s the manic aesthetic
everything i ever felt, you could bet it, i said it
i be duckin’ all the bullsh+t, it’s deeply imbeded
they thinkin’ rap n+ggas real ’cause they read it on reddit
forever indebted to rappers who preservin’ the real
n+ggas talkin’ aggressive with them conservative feels
so whenever i’m rappin’, it got a certain appeal
’cause even hurtin’ for meals, i was never hurtin’ for deals
i just hurt my fingers with snappin’, snappin’ the neck of a rapper
man, i’m the best of you b+st+rds, you’re just professional slackers
got the bite of a raptor, peep the height and the stature
you can see that i’m master, my sh+t was meant for the masters
burn bridges just to make heat
no playin’, man, you n+ggas better take seats
and i ain’t with the corny rappin’ or the fake beef
see you makin’ moves, now the p+ssies wanna make peace
well, d+mn, peace to ’em, man, i wish ’em the best
just give me that ten mil’, you could give ’em the rest
everybody wanna get it ’til they feelin’ distress
ride through the part of town where you needin’ a vest
it ain’t fair, but somebody gotta do it
got me feelin’ like fluid, i just go with the flow
inhale, exhale with a throat full of dope
probably burn the whole thang just to cope with the mope
can’t keep a chap down, ’cause we built to last
toast to the brave+hearted, please tilt your glass
make a livin’, not a beat, and the odds beatin’ the clock
why you at the crib watchin’ the game beatin’ your c+ck?
i was runnin’ through the wild, now the n+gga lookin’ handsome
can’t no motherf+cker tell me i ain’t really the man
n+gga lookin’ handsome, can’t no motherf+cker tell me i ain’t really the man
[interlude]
f+ck you mean?
boy (sh+t)

[verse 2]
and as the wave continues, we pack venues
in hopes to fix our surroundings
from shootings and drownings and misery that was certainly loved my company
buck could never comfort me so i must go
far beyond my zone of comfort and familiarity
’cause tranquility’s ranned in me, as a youth, i swear to be
all i could be as we move from project barracks to military bases
to college campus and back again
where they take young n+ggas and pack ’em in
that mental packagin’ that’ll have you slangin’ crack again
it’s a godd+mn shame, you a godd+mn lie
it’s a godd+mn shame, and you a godd+mn lie
must be godd+mn high for trippin’ out your godd+mn mind
n+gga, got me f+cked up

- xavy rusan lyrics

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