Ruslan - I Made It lyrics

[Verse 1: Ruslan] I'm done, tipping on my toes, running through the hoes I've run my heart through with the beats just because I need no rest, trying my best, but no one is impressed I don't have to be blessed to be that a**essed, yes Hi T.S. and everybody, I'm looking for a better body You're claiming the bestest rappers, scribbling f**ing letters, Codies s**s already, hating on us Bonds, you can call us Chasers Story-tellers, getting higher pace by pace straight to the space and You fall from grace if you do not recognize our chance, you put another phrase It makes no sense, it's just a game, it's just a race and we're in France Kings in Paris balling so hard, but we even don't ball and even don't roll Your empty soul's crawling in the hole, searching for the parole, yeah, under my sole Ohh.. I'm outta control, all I do is motherf**ing in your brains Affirmative action, a heart attack and blood stop rushing through your veins Your talk is cheap, it makes two cents, I'm so fluent, you're in turbulence I'm getting advance and throwing my lance, you better just hence to the zone defence [Hook: Ruslan] If u want me to do it I can make you screw and Leave this f**ing boring bullsh** I just wanna say I made it, I made it, I made it, I made it You faded, you faded, you faded, you faded Don't get it, don't get it, it's gettin complicated Be patient, be patient, I did it, I made it [Verse 2: Ruslan] Feel me? This verse goes harder than it's ever been Voice you've never heard, face you've never seen gonna k** You and this beat, like I paid a bill, open these gates, cuz I'm big wheel And I feel happy like I win a deal, b**h I turn on my heel Got the best critic, she's so perfect, correcting me and my weak lyrics It's golden rule, that's how goes physics, the more words weak, the more I get spirit To write, to make, create this sh**, put it on a line, my flow's so plastic b**hes just envy that I'm fantastic on the f**ing stage because I'mma master Yeah I go nasty like clown Krusty, like the sweetest candy with the hottest mustard My thoughts are made up like they're clustered, stitch the rhymes faster than Busta Can not even get it, mind's blown like rasta's, plus don't tell me what I must do I prepared it, give me just a second motherf**er, here is your pasta Yeah... eat it, eat it like it's your last b**h I know you don't get it, you will never pa** it I'm spitting some metaphors, you're gettin stuck in matching Turned all the lights on, so my lights keep flashing [Hook: Ruslan] If u want me to do it I can make you screw and Leave this f**ing boring bullsh** I just wanna say I made it, I made it, I made it, I made it You faded, you faded, you faded, you faded Don't get it, don't get it, it's gettin complicated Be patient, be patient, I did it, I made it