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xavy rusan - the legends lyrics

[intro]
oh, yessir
look

[verse 1]
gas in my lung new shoes on the coup
country n+gga, granny played the blues on the stoop
head wrap silky, chewin’ on this ox tail
schemin’ on a milli’, tryna hit the yacht sale
gold shinin’ lobster near the everglade music
when we drop it’s like you n+ggas never made music
better days never came easy to a quitter (no way)
ain’t no pump fakin’ let ’em see that i deliver (yessir)
god body, baby, big seven in the skin (uh+huh)
prolly why you’ll never hear no bеtter sh+t again (uh+uh)
higher than the spot that wе bout to set the bar
kush pack stankin’ smell it ‘fo it left the jar
i just left the coast, straight to another ocean
n+ggas got excuses, me, i’m really havin’ motion
sippin’ on mimosa, choppin’ real estate game (yup)
forty years later, n+ggas still the same lames (ha)

[chorus]
just left the hood, n+ggas never heard a you
30 long years, not a single word of you
shop boomin’, baby, come and get it while it’s open
i don’t have time, i’ve been busy havin’ motion
just left the town, n+ggas ain’t spoke to you
you a l+7, prolly served dope to you
shop still boomin’, come and get it while it’s open
i don’t have time, i’ve been really havin’ motion
[verse 2]
boy, stop playin’, this is not yo’ lane
never seen struggle, you do not know pain
b+tch, stop playin’, would you be yourself?
f+ck how they see ya; how you see yourself?
n+ggas ain’t real, actin’ real fictitious (fake sh+)
family on the west, prolly still hit switches (for sure)
playin’ celly cell brought the thumper in the car (pop)
i be down in austin, burnin’ rubber down lamar (skrt)
keep what you earn, put it back in the business (uh+huh)
gold mouth shawty, spendin’ racks at the dentist (yessir)
f+ck one stream need a whole seven ways (i need all that)
n+ggas act weaker than a whole seven days (f+ck n+gga)
i been playin’ chess workin’ on the left brain (yessir)
buzzin’ in my city way before the press came (way)
went and bought a weapon, now he think he less lame (ha)
got the kind a gas that could fuel a jet plane (yessir)

- xavy rusan lyrics

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