Live From The Villa

Russ

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    Yeah, yeah
    Never throwin' in the towel, I just use it to wipe the sweat off
    And get back in the ring and knock your head off, I'm well off
    But I redistribute like a socialist
    You get a house, you get a car, I'm on some Oprah shit
    And could you focus if your parents goin' through it?
    And you tryna make a hit to save 'em in the other room
    It's pressure that's gon' either make you pop or make you pop
    My mama cried a lot, I made it stop, we on a yacht
    She always gives me game, gives me gems I don't question
    Like give without remembering, receive without forgetting
    Disarm 'em with your charm, use your kindness as a weapon
    Everyone you meet, be a blessing, not a lesson
    Okay, I got you

    So many women that my new girl is old news
    'Cause I need more than eye candy, I need soul food
    Until then, I'm just slangin' it
    I got your women upside down doin' stranger things
    I see a lot of skeptics, lot of doubters, but I'm smart
    I know that y'all are really just dreamers with broken hearts
    Feelin' inadequate, that's why you doin' so much talkin'
    'Cause the path that I been blazin', you're incapable of walkin'
    Y'all be goin' nowhere fast, here's some advice you should heed
    Directions way more important than speed

    This is Singapore suites, Jerry Springer war freaks
    In the meeting with Epic, I sat in Sickamore's seat
    That was 2016, though, now I need Rob Stringer's job
    CEO of the whole shit, I'm on some boss shit
    Every office I walk in knows this, it's unspoken, yeah
    Artists are martyrs, you want us to feel the pain
    So that we can make a song that make y'all say that you relate
    At the cost of our mental health, though, that's a sacrifice
    Money doesn't change you, it just magnifies
    If you have a vice, it's just maximized

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    I'm either gettin' pussy or makin' hits, the only shit that cures my appetite
    But I get hungry often, I got my twenties poppin'
    Smokin' Moroccan hash, makin' a lot of cash
    While all these dummies comment
    'Bout how they'd do it if they were in my position
    But you're not, you're mediocre, and you lack the ambition
    Plus you lack the persistence, not to mention the intrinsic
    Motivation that it takes to even chase after a vision
    That only you can see, that only you believe

    So watch your tone, you're not even you enough to fuck with me
    Don't come for me, it's Russ, bitch
    Anybody real always fucks with me, it's up, bitch
    I ain't goin' nowhere, y'all are stuck with me
    Livin' the dream was worth the chase
    Just bought my mom a Rolex and it's got the purple face
    That's her favorite color, this been her favorite summer
    No girls compare, that's why I still don't got a baby mother
    Yeah

    Ride with me, ride with me
    I let you know if I even, I believe
    Do anything but lie to me, lie to me
    I wanna feel you fly with me, fly with me

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