Russ - Back From London Freestyle

Every once in a while I gotta just pop out
And let y'all know what time it is (let y'all know what time it is)
Yeah

Okay, the climb that I've undertaken, pray that I don't slip slowly
Or get thrown off the top like I'm Mick Foley
My big homie was trial and error
My life looks like God heard me reciting my prayers
No divide unless it's DIEMON dividin' the shares
I'm cool with me, I ain't scared to lock eyes in the mirror
These dudes is local, they be wrapped up in the usual
The World Cup is bigger than the Super Bowl, El stupido
I'm somewhere they need Google for
Vitznau brunch wraps
Their messages are regional, my messages are WhatsApp
That's why I got the globe shook
My shows are all a zoo
Lone wolf on my hits, dawg
I know that I'm the truth
Rhude sweatsuit match my orange McLaren
Trae Young, I be scorin' and sharin' with my team like Mike Breen
They'd let it bang for me
Anyone who aimed for me ended up learning they should've shut up as I played Stormzy
On the way to London for a legendary link up
Thinkin' bout how life is really whatever I think of
Thought I was the man before I ever had a fan, or my own voice
Star in the car before I ever drove a Rolls-Royce
I gotta career, these rappers had a year
I felt the heat but as of late, I've been movin' more cavalier
Self appointed king, I know the crown comes with threats
So y'all tryna knock if off, it's in my heart not on my head though
Good luck, my own money is what I put up
Being a boss suits me to the T like Pusha
Y'all didn't make me so you wanna break me
Just so you can build me up and finally get to say you made me
That shit is crazy, but welcome to America
Number one exporter of train wrecks and hysteria
Entertainment and drama
Got you messagin' celebrities more than your mama
People chasin' commas, me I'm out here chasin' Nirvana
I told Gianna "Find yourself before you find a man"
I told my mom her next house gonna be on the sand
I told my dad "Play golf, drink, catch a tan"
I told Frank that without him I'm not who I am
I told Bugus "We gon' do this like we said we would"
I told Milan I haven't treated him the way I should
I told Amara "You see things the way I wish I could"
I told my whole team "I got us, we gon' all be good"
I'ma pass out envelopes with two milli a piece
So y'all can blow a million and still have a million each
That's what I see, and from experience I'm good at manifesting
The industry on steroids, we need random testing
How come the likes don't ever match the impact?
How come the streams don't ever match the venue?
I might shoot a doc and peel the whole ship back
The labels huddled up like "Russ, we gonna end you"
Fuck it, I just put a Benz in my earlobe
Player and the coach like Pirlo
Bought a Scorpion nicknamed 'Kevorkian'
But I hope the barrel stays cold, sub zero
I'm the hero of my story
But a villain in yours
Ain't no limit on my visions, fuck your ceilings and doors
I just stick to the course
I let go and let God
These women tryna ride the wave because I'm singin' like Rod
This whole game's a façade
Put the bullshit aside, life is blessed, dawg
And as long as I'm playing I'm the best, dawg
I hope you feel the same about yourself
You got next, dawg
Just some shit I had to get the fuck up off my chest, dawg

Written by:
Russell Vitale

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