[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 head spins 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 speak 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 not 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
[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 Death or two, 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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
