Rusty
Tyler the Creator Lyrics


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Watch me get this money nigga, tired of being hungry nigga
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga
Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' Ollie switch
Buncha novices, odd future the squad, its thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying breed
And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please
My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest tees
Bitch, twerk as I get on the verse, cursin'
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, fuck rehearsing

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather
Sitting on tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, "fuck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one




Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz like some bees in a shell
Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists, it's cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy posers looking silly boy
I'm in that past season 'preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is (diddy riese)
Na'kel smith transworld page 64
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists
God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See y'all niggas trippin' man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, "hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings
"Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape
All the Tron Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
Fuck buying studio time I'ma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (why don't you jump you fucking pussy?)
I'm seeing it's a drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
Bitch gotta (Oh, shut the fuck up!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tyler the Creator's song Rusty are a commentary on the rapper's experiences in the music industry and his frustration with the criticisms he faces. The first verse talks about his hunger for success, both financially and creatively, and his willingness to confront anyone who tries to stand in his way. Tyler also takes aim at other rappers who he believes lack originality and only follow trends. He asserts his own identity as a member of Odd Future, a collective which he claims is unlike any other in the game. The chorus of the song is a repetition of the line "You niggas gon' give me mine," which emphasizes his desire for recognition and respect.


The second verse of Rusty takes a darker turn, as Tyler begins to address some of the controversies surrounding him. He calls out the media for criticizing him and misrepresenting him as a violent or homophobic person, despite the fact that he has worked with openly gay artist Frank Ocean. He also responds to accusations of misogyny, though he does so in a confrontational and unapologetic way that may put off some listeners. Tyler frames himself as an outsider who has been dismissed or misunderstood by mainstream society, and suggests that his success is a kind of revenge against those who tried to hold him back.


Line by Line Meaning

Watch me get this money nigga, tired of being hungry nigga
I'm determined to make money and improve my life, I'm tired of struggling and being hungry


Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
Don't mess with me when I'm angry and aggressive, I won't hesitate to fight back


Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga
I'm not fake or weak, I'm tough and capable of overpowering you


Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
I'm ignoring and surpassing all the hateful people who have negative opinions about me and my crew


We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
We're not here to play around or do drugs for fun, so don't underestimate us


I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' Ollie switch
I'm skillfully skateboarding and impressing people with my tricks


Buncha novices, odd future the squad, its thick
There are many inexperienced people, but the Odd Future crew is a strong and united force


Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We young and bold individuals have returned, and we're attacking without thinking logically


We the last of a dying breed
We represent the last remaining individuals who act and think differently


And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
We don't care about fulfilling your expectations or meeting your needs


You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please
To all the ignorant people who think our popularity is fading, please reconsider


My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest tees
My financial situation is stable, I'm making a profit from selling expensive merchandise


Bitch, twerk as I get on the verse, cursin'
As I start rapping with explicit lyrics, shake your ass and dance


Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
My friend Dom is so cool, I talk about him as if he's not present


Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Pay attention as I make money, I'm active and working early in the morning


Make actions, fuck rehearsing
Take action and don't waste time practicing or preparing


In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather
In a society where young people are indulging in drug use and materialism


Sitting on tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Spending time on social media and never experiencing the real world or appreciating nature


Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
They can identify clothing brands, but they lack knowledge of their own skills or ambitions


Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
They are unsure if they possess any talents and attempt to improve their lives


I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched
I used to be part of the drama club, always carrying around candy, and had an itch in my groin area


I was defiant, always said, 'fuck shit'
I was rebellious, constantly expressing my disapproval or disregard


Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
I used to dislike the popular people, but now I've become one of them


Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some
I used to dislike homes or houses, but then I began acquiring my own properties


See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
I don't spend time in dangerous situations, I belong in luxury and high-class environments


And I be gassin' in my buzz like some bees in a shell
I'm boosting my ego and confidence because of my popularity and success


Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
I'm continuously improving and gaining more attention, just like a powerful sneeze


And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille
Women are getting overly familiar and physically affectionate, as if they're reading through touch


I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I ejaculate quickly, just like someone who gets easily angered


I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself
I attempted to advise the young people to embrace their individuality and stop conforming


These fucking rappers got stylists, it's cause they can't think for themselves
Many rappers rely on stylists to dress them because they lack creativity and originality


See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
These rappers lack a distinct identity, so they seek assistance in defining themselves


Really, boy posers looking silly boy
These fake boys trying to imitate and pretend are looking foolish


I'm in that past season 'preme shit, older than Tity Boi
I wear Supreme clothing from past seasons, which is considered cooler and more exclusive than what Tity Boi wears


Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is (diddy riese)
Not to be disrespectful, but just like ice cream, my music is of high quality (referring to Diddy Riese, a popular ice cream shop)


Na'kel smith transworld page 64
Na'kel Smith is featured on page 64 of Transworld, a skateboarding magazine


Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm becoming very popular, just like oil popping in a pan and the impressive skateboarding jump called ollie


I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
I'm tougher or more intense than DJ Khaled trying to stay silent in a game


The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
Why am I talking about violence? Tyler is not a name associated with aggression


I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
I'm not intimidating at all, just like windbreakers with stains would be useless in a hurricane


But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists
There are false rumors spread about me raping women and spitting lyrics aggressively, as if I have a hatred for dentists


God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
I'm perceived as a dangerous and trouble-causing individual, associated with the devil (666), and I'm not done yet


And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
Some of my content or possessions are missing, and people falsely claim I hate women when in reality I love kittens


See y'all niggas trippin' man
You guys are overreacting and exaggerating, making false assumptions


Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Read that article criticizing the content of my music, claiming it is inappropriate or problematic


Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my songs
Accusing me of homophobia, despite the fact that Frank Ocean, a gay artist, has collaborated with me on multiple songs


Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Observe that mother who believes I'm a malevolent person and still holds a grudge against me


Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
Despite her negative opinion of me, I'm the one who provided the opportunity for her son to have a stable income


Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind
Consider that kid who possessed a firearm and attempted suicide


But talk is money, I said, 'hi,' I guess I bought him some time
But words have value, so when I greeted him, I unintentionally saved him from taking his own life


Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles, huh?
Examine the people in the crowd, it's like they're clinging onto me like barnacles


They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
They thought I wasn't treating them equally, but then I organized an entertaining event for them


But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan
On the other hand, I don't believe in God, but I ironically support and give homage to Satan


And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
This is likely the reason I'm not being offered opportunities to feature on other artists' albums


And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
I have no respect for MTV and their opinions, and I'm not joking about it


Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings
Seriously, they never actually played my music, I only won awards to improve their viewership


"Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape
Fans of my earlier music are getting tired of the explicit and controversial themes


All the Tron Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
Fans who enjoy the character of Tron Cat are growing tired of the repetitive or stagnant content


But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
But what about me? I'm tired of people constantly criticizing and complaining about me


But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
But I don't mind it at all when I'm making frequent visits to the bank to deposit my earnings


Over and over, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
Repeatedly, who truly cares about my thoughts and opinions?


My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
My fans aren't betraying me, in fact, their numbers are decreasing


Fuck buying studio time I'ma go purchase a shrink
Forget spending money on studio sessions, I'm going to invest in therapy instead


Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch
I'll record the therapy sessions and share the recording with all of you, insulting individuals


This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
This situation or experience is similar to the nights I want to forget


So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
Despite my efforts to maintain sobriety, I've failed, and I hope you can forgive me


But momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (why don't you jump you fucking pussy?)
But mom, I'm on the verge of breaking down (a sarcastic response to an imaginary mother telling him to jump)


I'm seeing it's a drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
I'm witnessing a decline or setback in my career, and I'm reacting with surprise, just as people warned me it would happen


That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff
That the 40 ounces of alcohol are discounted, just like you know that cliff is dangerous


Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (fucking faggot)
He doesn't need a therapist to remind him that he can handle the situation and not fall (insulting remark)


Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids
He doesn't want to be compared to those predictable and conformist individuals in society


So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
Instead, he would prefer to engage in sexual activities with two pale-skinned women who give oral sex (expressing defiance)


Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
He's consuming malt liquor to feel intoxicated, and he and his crew aren't concerned about anything


All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (pistol, I got one!)
All those easily offended and weak individuals will be shocked when he displays his gun (he claims to possess one)


Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
He's a vulgar and explicit artist, rapping with unrefined and gritty lyrics until he gets caught by the authorities (symbolizing imprisonment)


Bitch gotta (Oh, shut the fuck up!)
This bitch has to listen and stop talking (dismissive and commanding tone)


Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
Throughout the entire year, all seasons, every day and every hour


You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
You guys will give me what I deserve, and I don't have much time to waste


Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
I can travel and make money anytime, I can work hard in any field or endeavor


You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
You guys will eventually provide me with what I'm owed, you won't be able to avoid it




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Written by: Tyler Okonma, Dominique Cole, Thebe Kgositsile

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