Yeah, the cash came, I ain't trippin' on a past flame Even if they were dimes, you know how many 10's want my last name? Is this the rap game or high school politics? Bars could be on Maury 'cause they got a little pop in it' Before I show up, that's when the deposit hits You only want me now, that's what I have problems with Five-star suites, Trojan wrappers on the floor That's the aesthetic when you gettin' half a mil' on tour Not bad for six weeks, plus I should receive my plaque soon Shittin' on the game, I'll probably hang it in my bathroom Last June I was broke, this June I made a hundred Before and after, didn't change me though I stayed a hundred Show me someone else who's doin' what I'm doin' Singin', rappin', mixin' masterin', engineerin' producin' That's every song with no exception, plus the catalog longer than a lot of veterans Mention me amongst myself 'cause I'm the first of my kind You live a Semi-Charmed Life, 'cause your third eye is blind I'm a shepherd, not a sheep, but I heard it's my time Was in the shadows for so long, I deserve all my shine Got some women you would love to fuck, left on read Got some homies 'bout that arm leg, leg, arm, head I should call it a night, too many women can be dangerous You let 'em behind the scenes, all of a sudden they start framin' us I make enough to alter her perception of me The older you get, the more expensive lessons will be Gotta tighten up, move a little bit more militant Comin' down your block, lookin' like we copped the whole dealership Penthouse suites, but couldn't tell you what city Same ones who stayed down with me gon' be up with me See that's the code you uphold when you know what it took to really grow into the star you all know so When Bugus touch down, I got the Bentley waiting for him In L.A., the next time I'll probably play The Forum But for now, catch me selling out the Novo No debut, no openers, I'm solo You're trapped in the club 'cause you can't sell tickets Your album flopped and you went ahead and fell with it But fuck y'all, I'm a business man I'm smokin' caviar cones in my sprinter van On the phone with my lawyer talking about eight digits, yeah Just to be safe, even my safes got a safe in it False accusations, think I'm done with the groupies 'Cause one bad scene can fuck up the whole movie, so Fuck these hoes, man I'm out the game Plus they jump around quicker than House of Pain Break the bank for the family, take everyone to Waikiki My homies are big and African, knock you out in dashikis To my family, I'm Russell, to these women habibi Ex's know they played themselves when they see me on TV Big money offends, small minds too bad I give my girls a new life, you give your girls a new bag Doin' interviews with Forbes 'cause the come ups amazin' I got a new fetish for jewelry and expensive vacations I got the industry shook, like, "How's he's popping like this? How I don't know him, but he still got 60K on his wrist" Now I can't go to the mall, 'cause I'll probably get mauled And I lied, I wasn't busy, I'm just ignorin' your call 'Cause maybe I feel like you don't really deserve a response 'Cause you were curvin' me crazy when I was tryna get on Now I'm fresh up in the game, and I already went gold 'Cause I gave them what they want now they losin' control Had to do it myself, pull the trigger on my dreams Always knew that this would happen, manifested everything Now they gon' write about me, like they were right about me Some people lookin' like they wanna snatch the white up out me That's new to me, forgive me for bein' jaded to my race But I been color blind, that wasn't just a mixtape
Yeah, one of eleven, yeah, I put out eleven Produced, mixed, mastered, engineered, written by me Yeah, this just the beginning though Yeah, debut shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
