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No Mistakes Video (MV)




Performed By: Rush Kanaan
Length: 3:52
Written by: Rush Kanaan




Rush Kanaan - No Mistakes Lyrics




Yeah
Railroad
Ay
Ay, Ay, turnup
Chi-town
Hands up, Hands up
Chi-town
Ay

Waking up at 5a (che)
Fell asleep onna freeway (skirt)
Iron bars shut my life (wussup)
Up all day and up all night
I did all your favors n put you on top of me
I swept all the floors but you still wanna mop wit me (straight up, straight up)
I did all your favors and live in poverty
I hustle all day n look where it got me
I keep helping fake friends for what
Twisting me jerkin me f*cking me up
I did all ya favors you never repaid me
And I'm not a spinner but I f*ck wit Sadie

Turnup

Thank you for helping me rise to the cusp
With out you i'm nothing but you know what
I give no f*cks you shut me out bud
F*cked my time like a Monopoly sodomy
Owned my body I need my sovereignty
My fault my tragedy Iliad, Odyssey
I needed approval forgot i'm the prodigy
Grind consume my mind soul and my body at this point
I'd rather be Illuminati (turn up)
Cuz I sacrificed so much (ay)
Look where it got me (che)
I'm the Brightest professional
Some find sensible in the Fentanyl festival
All these Brighton professional Expendable
Ass rappers getting peed on from the pinnacle of my pentacle pedestal
Soak em as I preach my exceptional
Neurochemical, unconventional, unforgettable, multidimensional
Omnidirectional, gospel called Railroad Crossing

Ay turnup
Yeah
Hands up
Bopbop
Turn up

Where my real friends at
Where my real friends at
Started my first company and they turned they backs
My first film n they turned they backs

Chi-town, ay

Waking up at 5a (che)
Fell asleep onna freeway (skirt)
Iron bars shut my life (wussup)
Up all day and up all night
I did all your favors n put you on top of me
I swept all the floors but you still wanna mop wit me (straight up, straight up)
I did all your favors and live in poverty
I hustle all day n look where it got me
I keep helping fake friends for what
Twisting me jerkin me f*cking me up
I did all ya favors you never repaid me
And I'm not a spinner but I f*ck wit Sadie (che, che)

Ay turnup
Ay, ay, ay
Chi town, ay turn up
Look where it, look where it
Yuh
Ay
Rainman
Ay, Yuh, Railroad
Ay Turnup
F*ck

If being a pussy make u a snitch then tell me how the hell u got mob ties
By being a bitch
Or maybe that finger that itch
But we never heard the pop though
Say u got shooters shooting but that's pussy popping
And I pop pussies faster than a hick in a public city commons
Anti Trump for what you just a socialist, transparent, ghost vocalist
Shoot through you like izoozoo
Electric shock kill you Count Dooku
Rappers sound the same these days its attack o the clones
Skeleton crew burn ya ass leave ya bones
Ay, Get it

Railroad, turn up
Wakin up at 5 a (ay, ay)
Wakin up at (huh)
Ay
Turnup
Wakin up at 5 a

Destitute, virility, culpability, agility
Spiritual tranquility
Is the epitome of me
Episcopal bishops ask me if i can see this side of me
Whys it important, whom it matters, and why it maters to them
Traded my heart for a dart board
Like EM
Ay mane what it is got the blues
This ain't beautiful
Not a healing track you would kill ya self a day in my shoes
A huge goliath
A King Kong, Mad dog
Killa wit no conscious
Rapper, trapper, walker, stalker
I know you never heard shit like this before Gay Lord Focker
Say i'm sorry Rush
When I herded us
Promised sheep to the land I delivered us
Hear my voice from above the church services
Fervorous is what the world is missing
That and my rapping murderousness

Babading
Yeah
Railroad
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Yeah
Railroad
Ay
Ay, Ay, turnup
Chi-town
Hands up, Hands up
Chi-town
Ay

Waking up at 5a (che)
Fell asleep onna freeway (skirt)
Iron bars shut my life (wussup)
Up all day and up all night
I did all your favors n put you on top of me
I swept all the floors but you still wanna mop wit me (straight up, straight up)
I did all your favors and live in poverty
I hustle all day n look where it got me
I keep helping fake friends for what
Twisting me jerkin me f*cking me up
I did all ya favors you never repaid me
And I'm not a spinner but I f*ck wit Sadie

Turnup

Thank you for helping me rise to the cusp
With out you i'm nothing but you know what
I give no f*cks you shut me out bud
F*cked my time like a Monopoly sodomy
Owned my body I need my sovereignty
My fault my tragedy Iliad, Odyssey
I needed approval forgot i'm the prodigy
Grind consume my mind soul and my body at this point
I'd rather be Illuminati (turn up)
Cuz I sacrificed so much (ay)
Look where it got me (che)
I'm the Brightest professional
Some find sensible in the Fentanyl festival
All these Brighton professional Expendable
Ass rappers getting peed on from the pinnacle of my pentacle pedestal
Soak em as I preach my exceptional
Neurochemical, unconventional, unforgettable, multidimensional
Omnidirectional, gospel called Railroad Crossing

Ay turnup
Yeah
Hands up
Bopbop
Turn up

Where my real friends at
Where my real friends at
Started my first company and they turned they backs
My first film n they turned they backs

Chi-town, ay

Waking up at 5a (che)
Fell asleep onna freeway (skirt)
Iron bars shut my life (wussup)
Up all day and up all night
I did all your favors n put you on top of me
I swept all the floors but you still wanna mop wit me (straight up, straight up)
I did all your favors and live in poverty
I hustle all day n look where it got me
I keep helping fake friends for what
Twisting me jerkin me f*cking me up
I did all ya favors you never repaid me
And I'm not a spinner but I f*ck wit Sadie (che, che)

Ay turnup
Ay, ay, ay
Chi town, ay turn up
Look where it, look where it
Yuh
Ay
Rainman
Ay, Yuh, Railroad
Ay Turnup
F*ck

If being a pussy make u a snitch then tell me how the hell u got mob ties
By being a bitch
Or maybe that finger that itch
But we never heard the pop though
Say u got shooters shooting but that's pussy popping
And I pop pussies faster than a hick in a public city commons
Anti Trump for what you just a socialist, transparent, ghost vocalist
Shoot through you like izoozoo
Electric shock kill you Count Dooku
Rappers sound the same these days its attack o the clones
Skeleton crew burn ya ass leave ya bones
Ay, Get it

Railroad, turn up
Wakin up at 5 a (ay, ay)
Wakin up at (huh)
Ay
Turnup
Wakin up at 5 a

Destitute, virility, culpability, agility
Spiritual tranquility
Is the epitome of me
Episcopal bishops ask me if i can see this side of me
Whys it important, whom it matters, and why it maters to them
Traded my heart for a dart board
Like EM
Ay mane what it is got the blues
This ain't beautiful
Not a healing track you would kill ya self a day in my shoes
A huge goliath
A King Kong, Mad dog
Killa wit no conscious
Rapper, trapper, walker, stalker
I know you never heard shit like this before Gay Lord Focker
Say i'm sorry Rush
When I herded us
Promised sheep to the land I delivered us
Hear my voice from above the church services
Fervorous is what the world is missing
That and my rapping murderousness

Babading
Yeah
Railroad
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