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 ba** 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** with lil wayne because he is a f**ing 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** 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** you Five the b**hes Six for getting high Seven for that mother f**ing 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** 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 j**els, 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** you Five the b**hes Six for getting high Seven for that mother f**ing northwest side [Shadow] Apparently i'm parenting this rap sh** 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**hes 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**ing 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** you Five the b**hes Six for getting high Seven for that mother f**ing 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**h that's whats up Sparehouse entertainment you can't get enough Rezerected records, b**h pa** the blunt