Reality Kings - Russ

Ayo, it’s nothing but king in the circle huh?

Shit, haters die today

Love the fans, fuck the people

October cold as the sun bitch

Landlord took my food away

It was spent on late rent

All 'cause of this lame job

Benches be my day job

Wish hunger took its days off

Sometimes I just nod off

Get full of a jug of water

Chug (Chug), Glug (Glug)

When honey sandwiches taste like gold

When 1−800 calls feel cold

When a phone call from home

Feel like a phone call from God

Call me home

How long would this tumbleweed run?

Is my belly made of stone?

Will I do better?

Who better?

Seems like these crackers made of gold

They made of gold

Seems like that everyone around me is doing better than before

And God named me after

Martyr lessons from a Baptist

Wish I did more action

And that «It», I wish I had it (And that «It», I wish I had it)

Instead all this bad luck getting passed around like murder

This Cancerous and Aquarius

Drowning in these deep thoughts

Gold like a canary

Will I fail?

Will I fail?

Is this that real?

Is this that real?

Uh

If I don’t die then I’ma kill (Kill)

Is this that real?

Is this that real?

Uh

If I don’t die then I’ma kill (God)

Madman kill us, madman thrill us

Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me

Madman kill us, madman thrill us

Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me

Tell you something that I probably shouldn’t tell

Locked up, twenty thou' for the bail

Flowers in mail, showers in jail

It’s burning my soul like I was in hell

I’m burning my bow playing for her

Promised my momma I’d stay in the church

Won’t lay in a hearse

I’m high, I’m drunk, laying a verse

Riding in it with my niggas

Vibing, praying we gone make it work

Saying «Who gone make it first?»

Yeah, yeah

Like «Who gone make it first?»

Vacation, oh

All I know is to do me, me

I just hope you feel the same, same

I just want you to be free, free

Recognizing names

Everybody that I wanna succeed

One goal: stand on your own two feet

Making my own soundtrack plus three

Lot of laughs, lot of «Fuck yous»

So we fill our cups

Kinda like a blunt how we spill our guts

Middle fingers up to the next man

I’m groomed for this life, I’m the best man

And I’m less than impressed with you

Life is a guest, yeah I guess it’s true

Guess it’s true, I’m vibing out

I’m vibing out and I’m telling you, yeah

Rrreebah, Vacation motherfuckers

All I know is to do me, me

I just hope you feel the same, same

I just want you to be free, free

Recognizing names