Window - Russ

Yeah

You gonna have to smoke some of this one

Be free

Yeah, okay

I don’t want to wake up from the sight of a red light

Just green, and the mights on my headlights

Gotta do it because I live to be dead and I sit til I get right,

trips on the jet mic

Climb into a place where I can’t get, jet it

Penthouse, palm trees, long time with it

Had a couple dreams and I motherfuckin' admit it

And you motherfuckin' haters livin on givin' faith in it

With a face full of smoke, chased what I hoped, stakes so high I don"

t wanna be broke

Plates on mine

I don’t wanna waste time

So I gave my life for the songs I wrote

And I saved my mind for the bongs i smoke

It’s my right to be wrong

I float, I float, I float

It’s my right to be wrong so cope

Can’t live it right

Just watch your life

I’m at my window

This world’s so cold

It’s gettin' old

I’m tryna win though

They throwin stones up at my throne

They ain’t gettin in though

This is what I’m in for now

But they’re just going down, down, down, down, down (But they just goin')

They just goin down, down, down, down, down

Uh

Make savers, don’t make paper

I’m busy with the biss, I’ma play later

Can’t sit around, just watch em' at a window

Gotta get it so I standin like the winds blow

Gotta get it, this floors forbidden and I’m so warm with it

Matter afact it’s so hot, gimme all your homies got

And it just dont stop and I’m just gonna rock

Just to piss you off

You just mad

You hustle knockin' yo shit

Whack in that hell problem

I make cool hits

You make bullshit

Ive got a pool bitch

And you got nada

I hit the strip in that cool whip

You ask how good this could get

Is this how life is fully lived

If not then I’m just not equipped

Can’t live it right

Just watch your life

I’m at my window

This world’s so cold

It’s gettin old

I’m tryna win though

They throwin stones up at my throne

They ain’t gettin in though

This is what I’m in for now

But they’re just going down, down, down, down, down (But they just goin')

They just goin down, down, down, down, down

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Night live fights like swords in my wind pipe

Knobs in my back so I’m sortin and im in flight

Runnin from the devil and I come another level

To reddle up, pedal fast through the past

All my sins like

«Fuck that, blowin raps to the head band

One track, come back with a bread stand

Never gonna quit it ever til I can’t breath

Bitch fuck a plan b, you don’t understand me

Many motherfuckers wouldn’t give me a chance

But many motherfuckers talkin shit in advance

I sat in stands then got in a gang

You plan, take a chance

And I got the fame

But fuck fame, fuck money

I gotta keep it real I got enough money

But I gotta get it right, get in sight, on the mic and, set fire through the

wire when i write

And I gotta keep it vertical, wills all surgical, world rode wide

Most guys never heard of you

To say you boys like a hot plate

I smell good and I got taste

I felt broke, so I got paid

I went hell broke, it was God’s gates

That bounced me back in God’s race

So I run these tracks at God’s pace

Can’t live it right

Just watch your life

I’m at my window

This world’s so cold

It’s gettin' old

I’m tryna win though

They throwin' stones up at my throne

They ain’t gettin' in though

This is what I’m in for now

But they’re just going down, down, down, down, down (But they just goin')

They just goin down, down, down, down, down (But they just goin')