Call ’em out.
Quadruple threat Russ — singer, rapper, writer & producer — unleashes his new joint, taking shots at some of the music industry’s players and shady tactics. Listen below and check out the lyrics.
Self-produced.
still feel the same im just tryna run the motherfucking…..
LYRICS :
Its like everything changed but i still feel the same
im just tryna run the motherfucking game
im on that
yea ill always be on that
Where do I start damn
Man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards get chosen by some racists
Im in the yo with a bottle of some clear shit
You don’t know the truth you just hear shit
Homies on a leer jet
Upgrade from the block
If you too big fuck fades they gon use the glock
I do a lot for everyone around me y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
Got paid dip off with the gang
Got bugus in the Bentley
Got herb in the wraith
Got tim in the ghost
Got a gun on his waist
Life or death ain’t no time to start reachin for the safe
So I play it safe
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead no one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history
Bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on but its off with they head
Fuck MTV yall really snubbed me
How you choosin people with numbers that ain’t above me
Oh wait politics
Playin at these colleges
Gettin paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit
I’m gassed
I’m me
I’m me
Two platinum singles
Two years they were free
As I’m writing this I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did 8 tours
Headlined them all
Your contracts were bullshit
We redlined them all
I spent time in awe
On some amazed shit
Then a OG told me to embrace this
I would never waste this
Never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same shit
Take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to your wavelength
Its like everything changed but i still feel the same
im just tryna run the motherfucking game
im on that
yea ill always be on that
I get everything for free from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property
You just got foreclosed
Money running low you gon have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home
Fall asleep frustrated
Girl layin next to you whispering russ made it
You asleep you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
Then she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix cuz your life’s broken
She might try choking
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter
It’s all big bucks tho
Call the bus vegas cuz it stays on the bus tho
Girls gone wild
Rich like rothchild
Imma make you sign an NDA
Now you’re on file
I’m the president
The CEO
People that I’ve never seen tryna see me go
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know how to act
If it’s based off of fans y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off sales y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of pussy y’all should really count the ass
If it’s based off money y’all should really count the cash
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same shit
Take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to any b level wavelengths
Its like everything changed but i still feel the same
im just tryna run the motherfucking game
im on that
yea ill always be on that