Yeah
Come on
Yeah
Got some shit on my chest
Yeah
Alright, uh
I been livin' off delusion 'cause I heard it's healthy
Pockets growing, labels talkin', hoes been far from stealthy
I'm still slightly flyin' under radars
I practice like it's playoffs
I lay a brick a day
I'm out here tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly
I need more groupies and less people tryna get a cut
Put your f*ckin' hands back in your pockets, man, you said enough
Conversation over
Lately I've been celebratin', hardly ever sober
True squad generals, no room for soldiers
I got a classic debut right here chillin' in my holster
My shoulders got the weight of my world on 'em
And her world and his world and your world on 'em
I need a Venezuelan or my Afghani chick from DC
To come f*ck with my campaign and treat me presidential
Leave the politics at home, it's strictly Lewinsky
Then it's back to trying to get a buzz like 50
Cup full of whisky just to level out
I only keep kings around me, Sacramento style
You need to elevate your life, you've been livin' lateral
Get you a passion, put some dream in a catapult
Being broke in America is unnatural
I'm just giving you facts
You start giving ideas, they start giving you cash
You start popping a little, they start giving you daps
You sing a couple f*cking hooks and they start giving you ass
But I'm not mad at the slightest, the public praises you for what you practice in private
You've been cordially invited to my showing out party
Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi, jars of marijuana
Rooftop was the lobby, too young for that money so the girls got wobbly
They want the whole crew like Motley
That was right before 21
I've been f*cking the world, I'm 'bout to make the money come
F*ck what y'all got
And y'all squares time is up
Because I watched you let the ball drop one too many times
I've been hiding out in Brooklyn
I got too comfortable, I had to rearrange the cushions
Get in touch with my chakras
Pop Pop just died, I feel in love with some vodka
Fell out with the ex, then back in love with some vodka
My half brother Jimmy showed up at the wake
Haven't seen him since '97, what the f*ck do I say?
He's got some baby mama issues, shit's been ugly
She's tryna take him down, raising money with GoFundMe
Damn, on top of that, heroin that took my best friend
He hits me up to blow L's, but I'm just tryna get M's
And hoes coming out the wood works
They see ya boy building, so they tryna get this wood work
And if you tan with an accent, uh, it could work
Yeah
Russ - Brooklyn Freestyle Lyrics
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Yeah
Come on
Yeah
Got some shit on my chest
Yeah
Alright, uh
I been livin' off delusion 'cause I heard it's healthy
Pockets growing, labels talkin', hoes been far from stealthy
I'm still slightly flyin' under radars
I practice like it's playoffs
I lay a brick a day
I'm out here tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly
I need more groupies and less people tryna get a cut
Put your f*ckin' hands back in your pockets, man, you said enough
Conversation over
Lately I've been celebratin', hardly ever sober
True squad generals, no room for soldiers
I got a classic debut right here chillin' in my holster
My shoulders got the weight of my world on 'em
And her world and his world and your world on 'em
I need a Venezuelan or my Afghani chick from DC
To come f*ck with my campaign and treat me presidential
Leave the politics at home, it's strictly Lewinsky
Then it's back to trying to get a buzz like 50
Cup full of whisky just to level out
I only keep kings around me, Sacramento style
You need to elevate your life, you've been livin' lateral
Get you a passion, put some dream in a catapult
Being broke in America is unnatural
I'm just giving you facts
You start giving ideas, they start giving you cash
You start popping a little, they start giving you daps
You sing a couple f*cking hooks and they start giving you ass
But I'm not mad at the slightest, the public praises you for what you practice in private
You've been cordially invited to my showing out party
Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi, jars of marijuana
Rooftop was the lobby, too young for that money so the girls got wobbly
They want the whole crew like Motley
That was right before 21
I've been f*cking the world, I'm 'bout to make the money come
F*ck what y'all got
And y'all squares time is up
Because I watched you let the ball drop one too many times
I've been hiding out in Brooklyn
I got too comfortable, I had to rearrange the cushions
Get in touch with my chakras
Pop Pop just died, I feel in love with some vodka
Fell out with the ex, then back in love with some vodka
My half brother Jimmy showed up at the wake
Haven't seen him since '97, what the f*ck do I say?
He's got some baby mama issues, shit's been ugly
She's tryna take him down, raising money with GoFundMe
Damn, on top of that, heroin that took my best friend
He hits me up to blow L's, but I'm just tryna get M's
And hoes coming out the wood works
They see ya boy building, so they tryna get this wood work
And if you tan with an accent, uh, it could work
Yeah
Come on
Yeah
Got some shit on my chest
Yeah
Alright, uh
I been livin' off delusion 'cause I heard it's healthy
Pockets growing, labels talkin', hoes been far from stealthy
I'm still slightly flyin' under radars
I practice like it's playoffs
I lay a brick a day
I'm out here tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly
I need more groupies and less people tryna get a cut
Put your f*ckin' hands back in your pockets, man, you said enough
Conversation over
Lately I've been celebratin', hardly ever sober
True squad generals, no room for soldiers
I got a classic debut right here chillin' in my holster
My shoulders got the weight of my world on 'em
And her world and his world and your world on 'em
I need a Venezuelan or my Afghani chick from DC
To come f*ck with my campaign and treat me presidential
Leave the politics at home, it's strictly Lewinsky
Then it's back to trying to get a buzz like 50
Cup full of whisky just to level out
I only keep kings around me, Sacramento style
You need to elevate your life, you've been livin' lateral
Get you a passion, put some dream in a catapult
Being broke in America is unnatural
I'm just giving you facts
You start giving ideas, they start giving you cash
You start popping a little, they start giving you daps
You sing a couple f*cking hooks and they start giving you ass
But I'm not mad at the slightest, the public praises you for what you practice in private
You've been cordially invited to my showing out party
Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi, jars of marijuana
Rooftop was the lobby, too young for that money so the girls got wobbly
They want the whole crew like Motley
That was right before 21
I've been f*cking the world, I'm 'bout to make the money come
F*ck what y'all got
And y'all squares time is up
Because I watched you let the ball drop one too many times
I've been hiding out in Brooklyn
I got too comfortable, I had to rearrange the cushions
Get in touch with my chakras
Pop Pop just died, I feel in love with some vodka
Fell out with the ex, then back in love with some vodka
My half brother Jimmy showed up at the wake
Haven't seen him since '97, what the f*ck do I say?
He's got some baby mama issues, shit's been ugly
She's tryna take him down, raising money with GoFundMe
Damn, on top of that, heroin that took my best friend
He hits me up to blow L's, but I'm just tryna get M's
And hoes coming out the wood works
They see ya boy building, so they tryna get this wood work
And if you tan with an accent, uh, it could work
Yeah
Writer: Russell Vitale
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC