Текст песни R.Y.S (feat. DJ E Boogie) - Enoch 7th Prophet

It's 2020 and you still acting Crazy
Everything you do nowadays is petty, don't even faze me

Taught to be a gentleman, cause grandma raise me
On grits and butter toast, so put your drinks in the air
I'm jucied up for all my vegan junkies, keep a lid on it
I stay fresh like day one, put respect on it

Slim, kinda chunky in all of the right places
Gps i travel by foot, pounding the pavement
King Cee's productions like road construction
Put me in the pocket, like little Benny at the go-go cap center

Keep your hands high, keep your hands high, keep your hands high and run your shit
Not erving, but im magic with this Johnson
Banging these rhymes out since 88, still bussing
Kinda lustful, ain't it? Lord forgive me

For showing my ass off and dunking on these hoes like Stephen Francis
I manage to bring the pain when I cross you over
Breaking your ankles on you Troy Hustons cause I'm disgusting
Keep your hands high, keep your hands high, keep your hands high and run your shit