Wais P - Rude Boy lyrics

[Produced by Aquino] [Verse 1: Jay Rock] I'm just dwelling in the ghetto, puffing on that you know My relly fresh outta jail, he still sippin' on puno Me and day unos kickin' it like judo Will I survive another day, n***a, who knows? Hood rats bobbin' steady shakin' that culo Tryna get some dollars, f**ing every n***a you know But this the gutter, look, I love it to d**h And I'm gon' represent my city 'til it ain't nothing left Coming out the bottom of Watts, bangers poppin' them shots n***as whippin' the rock for the guap, it don't stop n***a rode through my bricks, people poverty stricken Border the buildings, little babies, they be witnessin' k**ings f** one time, they don't give a f** 'bout our feelings Talking 'bout some gang injunction, lock us up for just chillin' Damn, it's Jay Rock, sh**, I gotta be real with it And it's my struggle and my pain, gotta deal with it [Hook: Kenfolks da Great (x2)] Ah, rude boy from the beginning and I never surrender, keep drilling 'em We know to strike with precision Tear down buildings, take what's not given [Verse 2: Kenfolks da Great] Me, young shorty, original rude boy Young go-getter, good with a tool, boy See that there, boy? See them there, boy? One pop, body dropped, that clear the air, boy Me no decoy, I do what I do, man Do it for big dollars, you do it for small change I'm that new strain, Casey in the flesh Put that thing in your chest, bang 'til there's nothing left I'm here in the hood, you know where to find me One track mind, y'all can't rewind me Or co-sign me, I'll sign myself Put my city on my back and waved off the help Hit the game like stealth, SR-71 Got 'em all shook, like "Where it come from?" West side of the map, North on the South side Rep where you from, go ahead and throw your 6 high Show 'em how we ride, Lexus, Chevrolets Beef come, mark it off, from the A to the K You can get right here in broad day Beef come, we mark it off, from the A to the K [Hook: (x2)] [Verse 3: Wais P] You try'na act like our word ain't sh** I mean, you try'na act these joints don't hit We come through amp slappin' in a Volks four-door wagon Four hoes ready to work, my true religion saggin' No acting, put my life on a track Make your wife look twice when I pa**, and that's how it happens Give a f** if you're backpacking or rapping about trapping Have respect or we pitching your brain fragments Listen, we turn ignition on sports cars With the tails fishin' in the rain with the roof missin' And the ACR, you made me warm But this ain't just being eloquent on a song Naw, this is rap on heron, pure white, Charlize Theron LSD tabs to tear on, Vicoden bars that got me writing on Mars Doing a buck past the fuzz, we inciting the law, f** 'em [Hook: (x2)]