Brooklyn Freestyle - Russ

Yeah, c’mon, yeah

Got some shit on my chest

Yeah, alright

I been livin off delusion 'cause I heard it’s healthy

Pockets growing, labels talkin'

Hoes been far from stealthy

I’m still slightly flyin' under radars

I practice like it’s playoffs

I lay brick a day I’m out here tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly

I need more groupies and less people tryna get a cut

Put your fuckin' hands back in your pockets, man you said enough

Conversation over

Lately I’ve been celebrating, hardly ever sober

True squad generals, no room for soldiers

I gotta classic debut right here chillin in my holster

My shoulders got the weight of my world on them

And her world and his world and your world on them

I need a Venezuelan or my Afghani chick from DC

To come fuck with my campaign and treat me presidential

Leave the politics at home, strictly Lewinsky

Then it’s back to trying to get a buzz like 50

Cup full of whisky just to level out

I only keep kings around me sacramento style

You need to elevate your life, you’ve been living lateral

Get you a passion put some dream in a catapult

Being broke in America is unnatural

I’m just giving you facts

You start giving ideas

They start giving you cash

You start popping a little

They start giving you daps

You sing a couple fucking hooks and they start giving you ass

But I’m not mad at the slightest, the public praises you for what you practice

in private

You’ve been cordially invited

To my showing out party

Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi, jars of marijuana

Rooftop was the lobby, too young for that money so the girls got wobbly

They want the whole crew like motley

That was right before 21

I’ve been fucking the world I’m 'bout to make the money come

Fuck what y’all got

And y’all squares time is up because I watched you let the ball drop

1 too many times

I’ve been hiding out in Brooklyn

I got too comfortable, I had to re arrange the cushions

Get in touch with my chakras

Pop Pop just died, I feel in love with some vodka

Fell out with the ex, then back in love with some vodka

My half brother Jimmy showed up at the wake

Haven’t seen him since '97 what the fuck do I say?

He’s got some baby mama issues, shit’s been ugly

She’s trying to take him down, raising money with Go Fund Me

Damn, on top of that, heroin that took my best friend

He hits me up to blow L’s

But I’m just trying to catch M’s

Hoes coming out the wood works, they see ya boy building so they trying to get

this wood work

And if you tan with an accent, uh, it could work (Haha)

Yup!