paroles de chanson Paddington Freestyle - Russ
I
feel
like
I'm
outrapping
everyone,
dawg
Haha!
Yeah,
I
do
it,
fuck
y'all
C'mon
Everything
sounding
stale
it's
time
to
freshen
up
(for
real)
Y'all
got
skill,
but
I
can
y'all
not
obsessed
enough
I
don't
flex
enough,
add
to
cart,
spent
300K
on
art
My
catalog's
a
money
tree,
tell
Sotheby's
this
just
the
start
I
got
too
pure
of
a
heart,
that's
why
I'm
good
on
y'all
I'm
playin'
'til
my
hair
is
fallin'
out
like
watching
Drew
Gooden
ball
(ha!)
Zero
to
ninety
in
a
flash,
tore
my
calf
From
runnin'
so
many
businesses,
fuck
it
though,
get
the
cash
I'm
past
the
point
where
y'alls
opinions
hold
weight
(yeah)
Although
I
still
be
tryin'
to
fight
back
like
I'm
José
(José)
My
jewelers
threw
those
yellow
diamonds
to
my
neck
That's
a
cold
play
Inside
of
my
universe,
me
and
God
like
to
role-play
(uh-huh)
My
whole
career's
been
a
road
game
The
boos
fucked
me
up
but
now
my
tolerance
is
so
great
(yeah)
.08,
became
my
flow
state,
it's
blissful
(it
is)
They
not
who
they
think
they
are,
at
best
these
dudes
is
wishful
(ha)
Hits,
I
gotta
list
full,
and
I'm
still
addin'
Cops
switchin'
up
their
words,
speaking
Pig
Latin
I
been
rappin',
y'all
are
late,
they
screamin',
"We
want
Russ"
Keep
my
exes
out
my
space,
like
I'm
Elon
Musk
My
trajectories
a
rocket
(come
on)
Follow
my
heart
in
a
game
that
only
follow
pockets
(yeah)
They
told
me
I
should
stop,
I
told
'em
stop
it
They
were
starin'
at
the
line,
I
went
ahead
and
crossed
it
So
whatever
meanin'
that
line
might've
had,
it
just
lost
it
(talk
to
'em)
I
don't
do
the
deal
if
it
don't
feel
right
I've
turned
down
more
money
that
you've
made,
this
is
real
life
Y'all
led
'em
down
the
wrong
path,
I'm
givin'
people
real
light
My
body
might
be
Muggsy,
but
my
spirit
is
Shaquille
height
Do
it
like
I'm
Phil
Knight,
I'm
business
oriented
(do
it)
I'm
30
million
past
the
part
that
said
my
story
ended
Bitches
hangin'
onto
nothin',
at
this
point
they
need
a
doctor
(they
do)
Bugus
writin'
movies
on
the
jet,
we
winnin'
Oscars
(yeah)
Sold
out
concerts
(yeah),
past
six
weeks
I
made
six-million
dollars
(sheesh)
I'm
a
stand-up
guy,
you
need
to
work
on
your
posture
(facts)
People
tryin'
to
breach
the
peace
The
loudest
boos
always
come
from
the
cheapest
seats
I
reached
my
peak?
No
I
didn't,
you
just
hatin'
(uh-huh)
My
dreams
are
unfoldin'
as
we
speak,
I'm
just
waitin'
(yeah)
Elevatin',
I'm
jet-lagged,
wheatgrass
for
the
brain
fog
(brain
fog)
Swear
the
whole
rap
game
makes
the
same
song
(same
song)
People
sellin'
out
for
money
and
a
few
clicks
Am
I
the
only
one
who
still
cares
about
the
music?
(For
real)
In
this
dirty
ass
game
bein'
a
purist
(uh-huh)
It
really
feels
like
bein'
a
tourist
Although
I
think
it
finally
looks
like
the
circus
is
headed
outta
town
'Cause
your
fans
grew
up,
no
more
parties
with
a
clown
Co-workers
tryin'
to
fuck
(fuck),
probably
shouldn't
answer
'Cause
you
don't
wanna
shit
where
you
sleep,
like
Amber
Heard
(haha)
Fuck
parameters,
I
been
scratchin'
the
surface,
need
a
manicure
My
manager's
in
Morocco
drinking
tea
with
organic
herbs
Put
out
Handsomer,
went
Top
40
(40)
For
the
first
time,
now
I'm
hearin'
bizarre
stories
That
the
labels
probably
started
in
pathetic
attempt
To
discourage
independent
artists,
for
real
(for
real)
I
know
that
my
success
is
really
stressin'
y'all
'Cause
more
of
me
means
less
of
y'all,
I
get
it
y'all

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