Rusty
Tyler The Creator Lyrics

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