[Produced by Russ]

[Intro]

Nadie me va a joder

Odio a todo el mundo

Yo creo que soy mejor que todo el mundo

¿Y tú sabes qué? Oh

Yo creo que es todo el mundo lo sepa, ah

[Verse 1: Russ]

Yuh, I'm cool on your opinion of my strategy

Phone full of women all mad at me

'Cause they ain't on my mind like they used to

'Cause I ain't got the time that I used to

Money tight as usual, but it's cool, because it's coming

And I don't ever follow your strut

I don't ever follow money, I just follow my gut

Now they followin, Russ

Yeah your boys gettin bigger now

Y'all careers dying, start pouring out the liquor now

Been at this since 06

Before it started being cool to drop albums with no hits

I'm out here coming for all of it, I want all the acknowledgment

I want all the accomplishments, I want cars that's astonishing

Plus the house that my momma's in, should be big as a continent

I make good on my promises, 50 bitches to party with

Man, the world is my audience, I'm just tryna' give my statement

Billboard from a basement

The type of focus where you wonder where the day went

But do it all again

How to be a millionaire, it's getting harder to call a friend

Too many hidden agendas, you 50/50 with your character

My life is on the line, so there's gone always be a barrier

Between me and most, I never let 'em too close

With the girls it's no different, I can't be falling for hoes

That's why I keep to myself, I stay recording tryna' upgrade

My life to the nights full of lights, cash, and runways

I haven't had a Monday since eighteen

I knew in high school, I could go pro like KG, and lately

It's been looking like I made the right decision

Found my way outta' the dark, I got a flash light vision

If her ass right but the face left, then I'm dippin'

I need a chick three for three like Pippin

Hang my jersey up, It's worthy of the rafters

I know their game, I ain't worried 'bout these rappers

It's too predictable now, it's so political now

And I'm sorry if I sound a little cynical now

It's just that most my favorite rappers are invisible now

Everyday I make a song that's just habitual now

[Refrain: Russ]

Ain't nobody gonna' do it like me

Ain't nobody gonna fill the void I see but me, so here I go

[Verse 2: Russ]

Twelve shots like the cops, now I'm wasted

It's in the blood of America to be racist

Land of the taken

Home of the cover it all up and don't say shit

Act like it ain't happen, cut, copy, paste it

Then put it on every channel doesn't matter if you change it

I'm off it though

It ain't where I've gone, it's where I've gotta go

I tell these local girls what they wanna' know

Never fuck 'em twice, cause I won't be there to catch 'em

Self belief and a passion this is the natural reaction

I be singing these ballads, like a young Mike Bolton

Sprewell with the raps though, like Russ might choke him

Keep a few eyes open, I'm everywhere, I'm omnipresent

Wired with the drive of a Bugatti engine

I've been running non-stop since fourteen

Ain't no time to slow up, man I need more beats

Even though I got five-hundred sitting in a playlist

I'm starting to realize that the money won't change shit

I'm starting to realize that y'alls basic ain't my basic

On the plane to the A making a list of all the shit matters

Y'all opinions didn't make it

'Bout to be a A list celebrity, wife me up a singer

Hope she got a accent, hope she drinks liquor

Board of advisors, I can count on four fingers

Leave the middle one open, to let you know I ain't sweet

I've been a shepherd my whole life, I can't relate to the sheep

It's a shame you asleep, but I'm about to make your bed shake

Bow down to me, I'm the Sensei

Let's play, who's gon' be here in a decade

Lot of y'all are barely even making it to the next day

[Outro: Russ]

Man

The fuck?

The fuck are y'all doing man?

You out here getting platforms and shit

Turnin' up talking 'bout dumb shit

Man

And the crazy shit is that, like, people believe you because you're poppin'

So you can say whatever you want

But that shit sounds dumb as fuck

And all y'all got low fucking IQs

And all y'all figure out what's poppin' off in the world at like twenty-eight

Cause y'all lack guidance and that's not-

Man, me, Bugus, and DIEMON 'bout to come through fuck all y'all up

'Cause y'all motherfuckers are dumb as shit

It's just that simple

We're smart as fuck with good music

Fuck off

Woah-ooh-oh

Yeah-yeah-ay, woah-oh-oh

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