Birds Eye Xavy Rusan (Ft. Poodieville)

[Intro: Xavy Rusan]
Ayy, yessir
Hol' up

[Verse 1: Xavy Rusan]
Baby, what you panic?
Tell me what you thinkin’
Tell me what you dreamin', I've been schemin’
Lately, I've been tweakin'
Lately, I've been feenin' for some meanin', life, what's my purpose?
Tryna scratch that surface, find my joyous
But they won't employ us, chillin’ with my hoyas
On that other, just out my shutter
You see the gutter, hear the racket where they tote that rachet
Where they slay your brother, I just hate it
So I get sedated, yeah, I get so faded
Out my mental, that instrumental
Playin’ in my room, playin' out that rental
Playin’ on my cars, playin' on my hands
Don't feed these hoes, I don't feed my nose
I don’t need no Xans, gotta feed my fam'
Swear I be that dude
Swear I be that man, but until that
Nigga, until that
Chillin' with my king, like