Ruste Juxx - Mastered the Style lyrics

[Hook: Ruste Juxx] Yo, I mastered the style of mastering styles Illy fresh sh** make the crowd go wild I mastered the style of mastering flows I mastered the highs, mastered the lows How the f** a wack n***a sell five mill? How the f** a wack n***a get a record deal? If I ever see some wack n***as fronting off liqour I will run up on them wack n***as and whack n***as [Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] What if I make a mistake and clap you in the face, by accident The shot ricochets, split your man cabinet When my four's out break the gauze out Bullet draws out, tall price the blood pours out What if we was weak and y'all n***as was rough f**ed more b**hes and squeeze more guns than us What if I had three fifths of yak, three spliffs of black Sat and wrote a [?] rap And my pen never touched the paper Rust major, I puff nature in green leaf and dutch papers n***as never knew whom the God, now you consume the God Giving breathing room the God I'm sk**ed in my ocum, my IQ high through the Z Then multiple the science by three n***as can't f** with me Straight up and down, b**h how the f** you sound n***a I bug you in your jaw, f** around and get your a** plugged with the four Tied to a Volvo and drug on the floor It's grizzly Nam, you bringing cubs to the war Ain't hard to tell this is k**er Cartel All the way live 25 with a L Escaping to the heaven 'cause we trapped in the hell You dope it out with the champs 'cause you frail My first division, co division, ring bells [Hook: Ruste Juxx] I mastered the style of mastering styles Illy fresh sh** make the crowd go wild I mastered the style of mastering flows I mastered the highs, mastered the lows How the f** a wack n***a sell five mill? How the f** a wack n***a get a record deal? If I ever see some wack n***as fronting off liqour I will run up on them wack n***as and whack n***as [Verse 2: Tek] What if I still robbed to eat, f**ed to sleep Would I be inside the beast or out on the street? In a small town, putting it down with some of my peeps The gunner man let it blam, stay busting my heat In the red V-twizzy, maxing the speed Burning the tree, yelling out f** the police Or would I be the undisputed, undefeated, middle weight champion of the world, top seeded Critics heated, at the odds 'cause I beat it Stay weeded like I should be 'cause I need it But what if I was weak and the money was there? Would I just let you jump me and you still breathe air What if I was Tek with cartel respect Hood like connects, get anybody touched What If I faked moves, hated dudes like you Snooze like you, then I'd be a fool like you [Hook: Tek] 'Cause I mastered the style of mastering styles Illy fresh sh** make the crowd go wild I mastered the style of mastering flows I mastered the highs, mastered the lows How the f** a wack n***a sell five mill? How the f** a wack n***a get a record deal? If I ever see some wack n***as fronting off liqour Run up on them wack n***as and whack n***as