Who you know fresher than RUS, riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where he's lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror him back
Yeah, seein' him post is like seein' Alen post in his prime
He's Young RUS, tuz' Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
He's in Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck
But he's Young, what the fuck you expect yep, yep
Grand opening, grand closing
God damn, your man RUS cracked the can open again
Who you gonna find doper than him, with no pen
Just draw off inspiration
Soon you gonna see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for this generation