The Ceremony - Russ

Yeah

I’m drinking heavy, smoking often

Running from the devil, thank God I think I lost him

But I move with caution, head is on a swivel

All you bitches bite, I’m tryin' to find the one that nibbles

Ain’t got time to play the fiddle meaning, no strings attached

These rappers act like champions but don’t have rings to match

I’m Kobe and I’m Shaq, they gon' hang my jersey up

Wheels in the sky keep on turning, yeah this journey’s tough

Feel like I got hernias, every time I wake up

That’s probably why my glass is full, probably why my J’s stuffed

But I’m making beats and skipping sleep until my day comes

Running through these hoes, grab my Gucci’s and I lace them

Sorry Mom I said it, Sorry Dad I did it

I know this ain’t the life you thought I live but I still live it

I know that too much liquor can’t be good but I still drink it

I know I’m gon' make both so proud any minute

Yeah, it’s coming any minute

Yeah

All I need is one shot, fireworks will spark up

Never made a gun cock, but I’mma shoot the charts up

My guards up, looking at the mirror feeling starstruck

Guessing it’s a blessing to remind me of my start up

Stressing but my heart’s stuck in this crazy game

I’m going off the rails living in this crazy train

But, we all have a choice I just choose to be chosen

I’m out here running circles around you squares, that’s my slogan

Yelling someone pass the potent, someone call some chicas

I’m looking for some accents, couple curvy features

Couple bottles of some Bombay and some reefer

Celebratin' life my boy Nick, I’m glad they freed ya

Get the party rollin' the girls we hardly know em

I said I wouldn’t tell but it’s amazing what they showin'

Ya broke because you’re broken in the mind, here’s a token for ya time

And keep it open don’t be closing every moment that you find

Wassup

This is the Ceremony, all you who barely know me

Tryin' to be my friend but way back when was embarrassed for me

White kid making beats, said my life was make believe

Now they hit me up with verses cause they hate the life they lead

I laugh and then I light the weed, I might just be, all up on ya TV screen

Run and tell ya momma «Hey that’s Russ I tried to kill his dreams

How the fuck this happen?

Now he’s fuckin' rappin'?»

It cuts you like a knife because you busy folding napkins

I’m the captain, I marks the spot

Meaning everywhere I go, got some gold in my thoughts

Scotch on the rocks, things become thoughts

But way before I’m gone I’ll have yachts at my docks