[Intro: Russ]

Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up

Hahaha, for real, hahaha

CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only

[Verse 1: Russ]

My name is tatted on titties and asses

'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis

My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits

First class Emirates, impact megalith

Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does

Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?

Haters sayin', "Fuck Russ", women tryna fuck Russ

Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz

I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it

You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you

I live music, think big, yeah, I see major

Cross the line, you in extreme danger

I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer

Nah, for real though (Nah, for real though)

I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed

Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho

Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me

Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me

It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie

Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please

Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president

Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it

Rebel against the record biz' is what I represent

'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence

Strange like Bellatrix

On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list

Make their heads spin like an Exorcist

I put the Ms before my X like Mexican

Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence

Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance but

Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?

'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'

It's confusin' (For real)

[Chorus: Russ & Conway the Machine]

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me (Yeah)

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Look, I was the nigga that they counted out

Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out

They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out

I let this water on my neck drown 'em out

I show love to niggas that I was never shown

Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home

Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone

Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone

Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me

You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?

Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak

Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (Talk to 'em)

And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak

Went to the protests, just to get a selfie

To put it on your pages, post it for the likes

Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light

Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype

Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light

Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right

I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (Ooh)

And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (Nah)

Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'

Joke about my face but your bitch love it

Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it

Machine, bitch

[Chorus: Russ]

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights

You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike

Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks

Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup

Furry white hat (Yeah)

Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces

We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters

Every bitch I get, I'm like, "Nigga, this my new shit", no cap

Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow

We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato

With just a viral, then escape to Cabo

Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados

Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders

Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em

Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex

Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs

Destitute, that's what I saw before the decimals

Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you

My soul can't be sold or stole

Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told

They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it

So much money and I ain't even Jewish

Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest

We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is

Sing the hook

[Chorus: Russ]

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me