[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 assessed, yes

Hi T.S. and everybody, I'm looking for a better body

You're claiming the bestest rappers, scribbling fucking letters , Codies

Sucks 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 motherfucking 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 fucking boring bullshit

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 kill

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, bitch 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 shit, put it on a line, my flow's so plastic

Bitches just envy that I'm fantastic on the fucking 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 motherfucker, here is your pasta

Yeah... eat it, eat it like it's your last bitch

I know you don't get it, you will never pass 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 fucking boring bullshit

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