Russ Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle 059 by Russ Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I've handed out two hundred thousand dollars
To my family and my friends
Don't tell me I don't care
I put in work, free time is rare
I know my worth, my food is shared
If you saw dirt, then you'll be there
To see the perks of millionaires
I distribute inspiration for the low
I treat you how you treat yourself, you just a ho
I took a break from you I'm seeing shit clearly now
Bitch I'm me, I can never let you near me now
I'm in Europe with my family crossing country like a track star
My wallet is a Travelex with a black card
I been doin' this, I been true to this
I been producing my career and Bugus'
I remember when my life wasn't like this
But I always saw this all coming, bitch I'm psychic
I remember always dropping beats and gettin' 10 plays
10 year flashbacks are feeling like 10 days
Damn, my numbers raised quick
They used to treat me like a little what-his-name and shit
I can't fuck the same chick for too long, I need options
Unless she put a spell on me like Emma Watson
I'm out in Auckland fucking with the kiwis
I got a barber in New York call him Tiki
I got a couple bitches down by Peachtree
Tell 'em read the writing on the wall like graffiti
I be sellin' out two in the same night
I came a long way, I used to have stage fright
That was back when me and Bu' was doin' college shows
Up in UGA gettin' paid next to nada though
Six deep in the Volvo or the Avalon
We was smokin' cookie but we do not fuck with Tagalongs
Everybody pulls their weight in the huddle
Bitches thinkin' they're unique
Because they say my name is Russell, whoa
You didn't want me 'til I got poppin'
Which means you probably wouldn't want me if I stop poppin'
Gettin' mailbox money, like assists from John Stockton
'Bout to dream in Prada like assist from John Ogden
Travel non-stop and it's city, new city
Same day-one's ain't got no one new with me, uh
Couple new women I been adding to the roster
Couple new digits they been adding to the offers
Rap's new father got a few more kids
Broke rappers you should learn what a Tunecore is
I got a catalog that's more vast than the ocean
I'm good everywhere, I got a pass like I'm open
I'm grabbing the Golden Globe for the road
And I'm playing in my movie that I filmed myself
If your girl feels me it's 'cause I feel myself
If I woke up as you, I would kill myself (Laughs)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Less rushin' more trustin' in the process
I'm screaming out "Less pussy, more progress"
You should talk less and do more homie
You were hot and now you real lukewarm homie
These are new times, you can see my 2 eyes
And tell that I was born to be different, I'm in Dubai
And I'm like 16 deep, that's what you get
When you paint 16's over 16 beats for like 16 weeks
In a row, times 6
That's like 96 songs
If you don't know my shit
I'ma question if you even follow hip hop
You probably follow magazines and what they think's hot
Dick-riders, politicians in plain clothes
Everyone in rap use the same beat and same flow
Uh, you're asleep, but your city's awake
"Hate It or Love it" is what I'm bumpin', makin' 50 a state
Plus the buzz gettin' bigger than 50 estate
Private jet coast to coast cost me 50 a way, whoa
Haters lookin' for some validation
I know you mad 'cause my life is your imagination
What's that?
Women in bundles every city that I move through
I bring in more money for your city than you do
The money's cool but the life is more glorious
I came in clutch for my family, Robert Horry shit
I hope the people take the time to read my story
It's a real page turner
Bob Seger I need 40 hits before I turn 30, uh
That's a goal of mine
A 2 hour sing along, damn, that's a show of mine
I know the grind, I know myself, that's why you know me, uh
I got it jumpin' in Australia like a joey, uh
Just havin' talent ain't enough to succeed
'Cause self-belief beats talent when talent fails to believe
That's how I did it, that's my advice if I had to give it
This is confidence, consistency and intrinsic
Motivation to be great, one-uppin' myself
No one made me a plate, I made somethin' myself
Man I fuck with myself, I don't give a fuck what you think, uh
I'm the one, I don't do the number two thing
Or three thing or four thing
Everything I say is newsworthy keep reporting
Everything I wear is camera worthy keep recording
I don't chase money, I am not JP Morgan
Flex I'm up here, it's really really important
Haha
[Verse 3]
Ridin' round with all these bands like a tour bus
I'm pullin' in a couple million every four months
People want to see you get it 'til you get it
Then you talk 'bout how you got it, then the same ones get offended
Make your mind up, are you a hater or supporter?
You either love to see me shine or you don't, no kinda sorta
My employee is myself, this is boss talk
They hang my pictures 'round the city, like a lost dog
I'm in the UAE, fuck currency exchange, I got USD
I make your bitch tapout like UFC
Muhfucker I'm the plug like USB
I keep a couple Trojans on me like USC
I'm way bigger than my body like a 2X tee
And I don't text you first, bitch you text me
I am not the one for you to try and U-S-E
I'm Jordan before the bullshit like UNC
Bringing hits from Atlanta like "who's Greg Street?"
Half a billion spins later, I'm the new Greg Street, whoa
We 'gon let it lie
[Verse 4]
I'm doing everything I told you I would
Fuck you if you didn't believe until I showed you I could
'Cause now it's too late, everyday I'm in a new state
The boss is supposed to eat, who cares
Show me what your crew makes 'cause
Milan just put some diamonds in his Presi' though
I wanted this at seventeen I wasn't ready though
Shout out the universe for knowing more than I do, uh
Shout out the moms who were hoein' back in high school
That's condescending in case you didn't catch the tone, uh
Passin' tests, yes, I'm weaving past the cones
Watch me parallel park in the top spot
Before I popped, all the ladies been gaga
This ain't the peak but I'm proud I made it this high up
Went platinum with no samples, just synthesizers
And some drums too, I'm the one-two
I'm the reason that your boyfriend rocks a bun too
And there go sauce, let me drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Got an album will it hit, hit, hit, hit, hit
Little sauce, let me drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Got an album full of hit, hit, let me tell you somethin', uh
They love you more when you coming up
The strugg- I'm done hahaha
[Outro]
Platinum before the album, I predicted this
A lot of money, I provisioned it
I've handed out two hundred thousand dollars
To my family and my friends
Don't tell me I don't care
I put in work, free time is rare
I know my worth, my food is shared
If you saw dirt, then you'll be there
To see the perks of millionaires
I distribute inspiration for the low
I treat you how you treat yourself, you just a ho
I took a break from you I'm seeing shit clearly now
Bitch I'm me, I can never let you near me now
I'm in Europe with my family crossing country like a track star
My wallet is a Travelex with a black card
I been doin' this, I been true to this
I been producing my career and Bugus'
I remember when my life wasn't like this
But I always saw this all coming, bitch I'm psychic
I remember always dropping beats and gettin' 10 plays
10 year flashbacks are feeling like 10 days
Damn, my numbers raised quick
They used to treat me like a little what-his-name and shit
I can't fuck the same chick for too long, I need options
Unless she put a spell on me like Emma Watson
I'm out in Auckland fucking with the kiwis
I got a barber in New York call him Tiki
I got a couple bitches down by Peachtree
Tell 'em read the writing on the wall like graffiti
I be sellin' out two in the same night
I came a long way, I used to have stage fright
That was back when me and Bu' was doin' college shows
Up in UGA gettin' paid next to nada though
Six deep in the Volvo or the Avalon
We was smokin' cookie but we do not fuck with Tagalongs
Everybody pulls their weight in the huddle
Bitches thinkin' they're unique
Because they say my name is Russell, whoa
You didn't want me 'til I got poppin'
Which means you probably wouldn't want me if I stop poppin'
Gettin' mailbox money, like assists from John Stockton
'Bout to dream in Prada like assist from John Ogden
Travel non-stop and it's city, new city
Same day-one's ain't got no one new with me, uh
Couple new women I been adding to the roster
Couple new digits they been adding to the offers
Rap's new father got a few more kids
Broke rappers you should learn what a Tunecore is
I got a catalog that's more vast than the ocean
I'm good everywhere, I got a pass like I'm open
I'm grabbing the Golden Globe for the road
And I'm playing in my movie that I filmed myself
If your girl feels me it's 'cause I feel myself
If I woke up as you, I would kill myself (Laughs)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Less rushin' more trustin' in the process
I'm screaming out "Less pussy, more progress"
You should talk less and do more homie
You were hot and now you real lukewarm homie
These are new times, you can see my 2 eyes
And tell that I was born to be different, I'm in Dubai
And I'm like 16 deep, that's what you get
When you paint 16's over 16 beats for like 16 weeks
In a row, times 6
That's like 96 songs
If you don't know my shit
I'ma question if you even follow hip hop
You probably follow magazines and what they think's hot
Dick-riders, politicians in plain clothes
Everyone in rap use the same beat and same flow
Uh, you're asleep, but your city's awake
"Hate It or Love it" is what I'm bumpin', makin' 50 a state
Plus the buzz gettin' bigger than 50 estate
Private jet coast to coast cost me 50 a way, whoa
Haters lookin' for some validation
I know you mad 'cause my life is your imagination
What's that?
Women in bundles every city that I move through
I bring in more money for your city than you do
The money's cool but the life is more glorious
I came in clutch for my family, Robert Horry shit
I hope the people take the time to read my story
It's a real page turner
Bob Seger I need 40 hits before I turn 30, uh
That's a goal of mine
A 2 hour sing along, damn, that's a show of mine
I know the grind, I know myself, that's why you know me, uh
I got it jumpin' in Australia like a joey, uh
Just havin' talent ain't enough to succeed
'Cause self-belief beats talent when talent fails to believe
That's how I did it, that's my advice if I had to give it
This is confidence, consistency and intrinsic
Motivation to be great, one-uppin' myself
No one made me a plate, I made somethin' myself
Man I fuck with myself, I don't give a fuck what you think, uh
I'm the one, I don't do the number two thing
Or three thing or four thing
Everything I say is newsworthy keep reporting
Everything I wear is camera worthy keep recording
I don't chase money, I am not JP Morgan
Flex I'm up here, it's really really important
Haha
[Verse 3]
Ridin' round with all these bands like a tour bus
I'm pullin' in a couple million every four months
People want to see you get it 'til you get it
Then you talk 'bout how you got it, then the same ones get offended
Make your mind up, are you a hater or supporter?
You either love to see me shine or you don't, no kinda sorta
My employee is myself, this is boss talk
They hang my pictures 'round the city, like a lost dog
I'm in the UAE, fuck currency exchange, I got USD
I make your bitch tapout like UFC
Muhfucker I'm the plug like USB
I keep a couple Trojans on me like USC
I'm way bigger than my body like a 2X tee
And I don't text you first, bitch you text me
I am not the one for you to try and U-S-E
I'm Jordan before the bullshit like UNC
Bringing hits from Atlanta like "who's Greg Street?"
Half a billion spins later, I'm the new Greg Street, whoa
We 'gon let it lie
[Verse 4]
I'm doing everything I told you I would
Fuck you if you didn't believe until I showed you I could
'Cause now it's too late, everyday I'm in a new state
The boss is supposed to eat, who cares
Show me what your crew makes 'cause
Milan just put some diamonds in his Presi' though
I wanted this at seventeen I wasn't ready though
Shout out the universe for knowing more than I do, uh
Shout out the moms who were hoein' back in high school
That's condescending in case you didn't catch the tone, uh
Passin' tests, yes, I'm weaving past the cones
Watch me parallel park in the top spot
Before I popped, all the ladies been gaga
This ain't the peak but I'm proud I made it this high up
Went platinum with no samples, just synthesizers
And some drums too, I'm the one-two
I'm the reason that your boyfriend rocks a bun too
And there go sauce, let me drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Got an album will it hit, hit, hit, hit, hit
Little sauce, let me drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Got an album full of hit, hit, let me tell you somethin', uh
They love you more when you coming up
The strugg- I'm done hahaha
[Outro]
Platinum before the album, I predicted this
A lot of money, I provisioned it