Russ Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #059

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[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