Album Cover Stockholm Syndrome (feat. KXNG Crooked)

Stockholm Syndrome (feat. KXNG Crooked)

Russ

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Yeah

After this, I don′t even wanna talk to people, you feel me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahLet me just get right to it

Yeah, come on

This is bigger than a post with an irrelevant caption

This is organized knowledge and intelligent action

This is since '06, tryna create legacy

Boss talks, stocks, real estate and equity

You fake Pat Beverleys always tryna shut down Russ

You foul, stay the fuck from ′round us

'Cause you can't fuck with me so you lie instead

You lazy, you Blac Chyna head

But I can′t give ′em clout, that's a courtesy bag

Can′t forget how bad I wanted what I currently have

Selective memory, I'm blocking all the bad games out

Even though I got more fuck-ups than a halfway house

But since the masks came out, I′ve made M after M

You not a boss (nah) you get your percent after them

That's rough (yeah) money slowin′ up, no more audience

The Fashion Nova ads and OnlyFans made it obvious

I'm sorry but I'm not (not) my sentiment is

Is y′all stay throwin′ shots so you can get what you give

Fuck you back then, right now and tomorrow (haha)

I'm high in Africa, smokin′ Kilimanjaro

I'm a young god (yeah) but still I bleed

So I don′t post where I'm at (uh) until I leave

And they killin′ black people like it's nothin'

Actually it′s past the point of killing, this is hunting

Gotta do something (something) gotta do my part (yeah)

So I went and raised a half a million for the cause (yeah)

Shout out to the ones on the frontlines gettin′ they fight on

I'm talkin′ 'bout Tamika, I′m talkin' ′bout Mysonne

I'm keepin' the lights on for my whole damn family

So I don′t give a fuck if some hoes can′t stand me

I still want Grammys, tell the chapters

Artists go broke 'cause they sell the masters

You a player, I′m an owner so I'm richer than most

How you diss me in a song and you sittin′ in coach?

The audacity (shh) I'm getting tired of y′all

Keep it real, deep down, I'm inspiring y'all

You know the show biz says don′t plan real idiots

My goal is buy land, build businesses

And my lawyer and my manager are Ashkenazi

Building empires like Ghazi Shami

Skin real smooth but my wrist is rocky

I don′t want the pussy if you drink Dasani

Lookin' in the mirror like I knew we′d make it (knew it)

500 thousand for the Boosie bracelet

Another 100 thousand for the MJ hoops

Success came true, ooh

Different colors, I know you gonna remember these eyes

I could give a fuck less if an enemy dies

Fuck them, fuck you, hut one, hut two

Set, hike, hand it off to myself, run through

All the obstacles, I'm always callin′ audibles

My come up is phenomenal, I feel like I'm responsible

For artists tryna do it they own way and move at they own pace

It′s you versus you dawg, you runnin' your own race

I'm locked in, after this, I′m top 10 dead or alive

You better decide which side of the fence you reside

′Cause I don't fuck with the back and forth

I make a bitch go get it like a Labrador

I′m a platinum plaque ambassador

'Cause I don′t got one career dawg, I mastered four

But I'm not done yet (nah) the critical thought is

The industry is run by invisible bosses

Through the midst of the fog, I can see what′s true

Only way to beat the game is don't play it, fuck you

Come on, man, we playin' a whole ′nother game, right Russ?

Ayo, I remember listenin′ to your shit on SoundCloud

You in jets now

Tell these niggas how them clouds sounds

Since they at it backwards, hahaha

One of the best to ever do it, on G-O-D

20 plus in the game, yellin', "C-O-B"

′Cause the industry is all about who dicks who

Who broomsticks who

With no Vaseline, they just move shit through

Nigga, who is you? They gon' screw him too

You came into this game to be a cool rich dude

Eatin′ Ruth Chris food, buy your new bitch a new Shih Tzu

But the true issue, they gon' treat you like a Rubik′s Cube

Then they kickin' you out quicker than jujitsu

Nigga, boo hoo-hoo

Ain't nobody cryin′ when all of a sudden your career doesn′t exist

Couple of hits, you don't know, got you stuck in the ditch

Wonderin′ if you should end it all cuttin' your wrists

Sick of diggin′ in your pockets, touchin' nothin′ but lint

Wonderin' where the fuck your publishin' went, a hundred percent

To the company, and now you livin′ under a bench

Unless a nigga like Hov wanna come to a brother defense

Poor us, only the money can cure us

Jimmy Henchman puttin′ coke on the tour bus

The allure of gettin' rich is what lured us

Into that trap of bein′ rappers slash trappers

If they clap us, the label is gettin' fat ′cause

They assure us but never ensured us

That we would get a piece of the pie

Seem like we got the green light to die (sure does)

I used to sit low in my '64

With my pistol on my hip, yo

Gettin′ hypno-tized by the Cisco

I would sip slow 'til I was sick, yo

Head throwing up out the window

Didn't know how to get home, when I did though

I would tip-toe to my crib ′fore I let the shit pour

To my bottle then I was Guantanamo

I would get low like a schizo′ on Skid Row

Drinkin' myself in the grave, depressed person

Now I don′t chase Henny, I chase the best version

Of myself, I'll be in the CLS swervin′

Rims so big, look I'm in an Excursion

I′m hardworkin' and God workin'

Like a heart surgeon, my heart′s urgin′

I was Kunta Kinte now I'm Geordi La Forge

Slaveship to the spaceship, damn I′m LeVar Burton

Open the stargate and I'm at you with ISIS

Wrote a letter to Suge sayin′, "I'm still the nicest"

′Til it's over, I'll be grippin′ the pistolas

Sippin′ some Crip Cola, right where Killer Mike is

Leavin' the mic′ lifeless that's what′s killin' mics is

Hail to the lyricists, we′re gonna be from the Genesis

Your emphasis is money but you really just a dummy

The labels the ventriloquists, here's what the real advice is

Before the jewelry, get some real estate

Put some lawyer money up like you dealin' weight

Keep it a hunnid, G, whoever wanna eat

Tell ′em all, "Bring somethin′ to the dinner plate" (word)

Get your credit straight, nigga, meditate

Keep a shooter that'll never ever hesitate (boom, boom)

Remember this jewel in the future

Keep one step like Medusa, ahead of snakes