Coup D'etat - Russ

Lotta skill and no luck

Yeah

I’m yelling at the universe to hurry up and open

Maybe God ain’t chose me first but best believe I’m chosen

And even with my loans and my bones feeling broken

I’m dancing on the throne, blowing kush feeling golden

'Cause I’m living in the future, fuck this present day shit

Present time is past time so present is too late bitch

I’ll be on my spaceship, crumbling these craters down

Drop a couple meteors and watch 'em take the haters down

I’m just tryna save the town, matter fact the galaxy

Paint a couple memories and hang them in the gallery

Fuck you if you’re mad at me, I’m just living young God

Liquor in my cup and some swishers in my lungs

City slicker in my blood, Corleone state of mind

Made the universe an offer that it can’t refuse

So I’m 'bout to blow up

Shock the world and take it then go back into the basement

My team will say «We made it» 'til we grow up

Lotta skill and no luck

You can keep the glitz, just mail me my award

I’ll do speeches from the Ritz

Singing sweet songs and melody

Marley ain’t no felony

Go and find the bird birds in the streets like Sesame

Yeah, I’m about to eat 'cause Russell’s got the recipe

Put your plate down if you ain’t down

But if you’re next to me

Grab a fork and let the feast begin, this is destiny

I’m about to let the beat within start directing me

Yeah