Russ Flex Freestyle #106

Lyrics

[Intro] Shout-out 50 We're in New York, right? Yeah Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm Yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah [Verse] Celebratin' greatness, swear to God, I'm like a toast away The ones who know the least, always got the most to say Poker face like Gaga to the online, hoopla and rah-rah I'm movin' Nigerians if you tryin' to cause wahala Floor to ceiling glass doors, 7-figure tax forms Country hopper, my haters wish they had my passport Flipping plans to the profit, I'm not a man, I'm a prophet I take my fam' to the tropics and watch us land from the cockpit All my idols either lost it or they're frauds now Me, myself, and I are my gods now Y'all be tryin' to social climb, I be tryin' to climb the charts, uh Y'all some bitches I feel that shit in my heart Can't even tell y'all apart, Lil' who? Young what? Another dick-riding clout chaser screaming "fuck Russ" How original, y'all still think it's fly to go to Florida I took a yacht from Sardinia to Corsica, uh Do your Googles, do your search engine shit Y'all so broke you ain't even worth mentioning it, uh Excuse me fans, I had to shit on my haters I'm playin' Staples now I gotta coordinate with the Lakers Man I'm a legend right now, let alone when they bury me Billionaire convos while I'm sippin' wine with Gary V You call my name as if, I'm a listen I'm in my bed smokin' shisha with Moroccan women I got the problem, lot of y'all's girls I had to block 'em 'Cause I don't fuck with chicks who get offended by condoms Say what I feel, deal with whatever that come Because you only hurt yourself when you bitin' your tongue You get offended 'cause you're bitch-made You were the type of kid to wear a cape in sixth grade I got a catalog of mixtapes Plus ninety somethin' songs They play me every six days Got my hair down I feel like Rick James Turn your wifey to a super freak I'm eatin' Egusi soup with Igbo and Yoruba chiefs My homies movin' me, like my silhouette, uh Rappers gettin' beat on and pressed, missin' sets We got in on video, Flex they be different in person A lot of online tough guys are bitches in person Y'all are comedy, God's been blessin' me lately I'm in arenas off my first, I been judging you crazy I'm gettin' [?] by the yacht load I'm well acquainted with my God mode You would think my fans are apostles Multiple women, I'm a flyin' V I'm a business man, I got a couple I-N-C's I move at godspeed, fuck y'alls pace, uh More plaques man I'm runnin' out of wall space On an island that you can't pronounce is mostly where you'll find me Lookin' for a local girl that look like Jolie from the nineties Actually, I be in the studio nightly And I don't put it out unless I feel this shit inside me Try me, you gon' have some stones on your head, uh No conversations on the phone, that's dead, uh You ain't a gangster you upholding a lie 'Cause what type of gangsters be promotin' their crimes? haha I'm out in Rome and they treat me like I'm Romeo Then I'm Harajuku shoppin' toastin' out in Tokyo, uh I'm my best friend, try not to reflect trends Try to be myself, don't give a fuck if it offends them I'm the star but my mom is the galaxy She was upset so I put her on salary, uh Hundred K to fly sixteen of us, uh This dreams fronts us this, big screen coverage On a jumbo, got me feeling everything but humble, uh Shout out Kanye I'm just being Russ though Lot of late nights in New York at the Ludlow Lot of great whites in the industry'll cutthroat Fuck 'em all 'cause you can't stop greatness I love that my haters all hate this, yeah Mm mmm hey, uh, yeah, haha