[Russ]
Writin' raps and watchin' camera feeds, pistol for my sanity
Lyin', say, "I'm doin' fine", gotta keep the fam at ease
God be havin' plans for me, I let them reveal themselves
My music is medicine for people tryna heal themselves, feel themselves
I think my confidence be pissin' a few, of you off
But what you hate in me is missin' in you, and you soft
I be bitin', I be chippin' the tooth, while you bark
I'm everything that you be wishin' was you, but you not
Y'all in a deep sleep, the game ain't what it seems, peep
They muddy the waters just to try to make it seem deep
Made eight million dollars plus two hundred grand in three weeks
Supermodel suck me clean, I love my little neat freaks
Everyone on my team eats, I employ my comrades
No one's lookin' at job ads
Not only have I seen the whole world but we all have, my mom has too
I got a house with a gate and my mom has two (That's a fact)
I'm the truth, CEO and all my companies succeeded
Hustlin' until there is no introduction needed
Hit the blunt, I'm weeded, fifth of rum this evenin'
The jig is up, y'all sittin' up, I'm interruptin' sleepin'
Ain't no money in the music, that's what the industry says
Made twenty million independent, dawg, the industry's dead
I'm a brand owner, landowner, makin' money, hand over fist
Never hand over this, are you stupid? Ha
[Russ]
I've been tryna keep my cool (Cool) but people keep provokin' me
I've been on the move (Move) you cannot get close to me
Doin' what I do (Do) step out and they know it's me
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit)
Y'all ain't sayin' shit, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothin'
I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button
I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be somethin'
'Cause I'm the truth, yeah, this nothin' new, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[The Game]
I thought I heard a non-platinum goin' niggas say somethin'
Heard your album last night, at best it was aight
Got some hoes comin' over, ain't shit we can play from it
Every other song, you get a Draco and spray somethin'
Raised off Hov and Nas, keep them niggas away from us
Hear the drums on this bitch and think Dr. Dre comin'
He not, it's the one man D-Block in some classic Rebooks
Off three shots, feelin' like 3 'Pacs
I fucked more models than Puff off Cîroc than he did
Ask Drake what I did at his crib Labor Day weekend
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, still wavin' this red flag
The man behind Demi Lovato success after rehab
Couple lawsuits, the blogs say he lost what he had
I'm like Louis Vuitton stitchin', bitch, I get to the bag
Underdog 'til the death of me, the chronic seed, the sesame
It's sound classic 'cause I got all Andre Young recipes
Murderin' beats is like sex to me
Fuckin' the track is like Yung Miami layin' next to me
Room dark as Kodak Black when I'm off this ecstasy
That ass gettin' Nipsey slapped if that pussy testin' me
So come test me, yuh body flow pon' the river, nigga
Bigger than the lips on '96 Jigga
And don't try to twist my words like rollin' herbs
You drove past my truck, Reasonable Doubt is what your heard, nerds
I see nothin' but Steve Urkels in your circle
Diss and I'ma hurt you, pull it and I'ma murk you
Your bitch see the top of my star, I'm poppin' her too
Your GoFundMe only did half, she in your hearse too
Open that casket, give that bastard a church view
He died with your bitch, yeah, that's what call the bird flu
Your momma cryin', thinkin' 'bout the day you lost your first tooth
All she need is time, I told her, "Patience is a virtue"
[Russ]
I've been tryna keep my cool (Cool) but people keep provokin' me
I've been on the move (Move) you cannot get close to me
Doin' what I do (Do) step out and they know it's me
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit)
Y'all ain't sayin' shit, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothin'
I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button
I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be somethin'
'Cause I'm the truth, yeah, this nothin' new, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
[ The Game & Daryl Hall]
Ay, Russ
You thought you was gon' body me on your own shit?
Haha, hell nah, you already know
Yeah, but I can't go for that, no, no can do
I can't go for that, no, no can do
I can't go for that, no, no can do
I can't go for that, can't go for that
Can't go for that, can't go for that
I can go for being twice as nice
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