Russ - Brooklyn Freestyle lyrics

rate me

I been living off delusion

Cause I heard its healthy

Pockets growin', labels talking

Hoes been far from stealthy

I'm still slightly flyin under radars

I practice like its 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 tryin' to get a cut

Put ur fucking hands back in ur pockets

Man u said enough

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Lately I've been celebratin'

Hardly eva sober

True squad generals

No room for soldiers

I gotta classic debut right here chilling in my holster

My shoulders got the weight of my world on them

And her world

And his world

And ur world on them

I need a Venezuelan

Or my afghani chick from dc

To come fuck wit my campaign

And treat me presidential

Leave the politics at home

It's strictly lewinski

Then it's back to tryna get a buzz like 50

Cup full of whiskey just to level out

I only keep kings around me Sacramento style

U need a elevate ur life

You've been livin lateral

Get u a passion

Put sum' dreams in a catapult

Bein' broke in America is unnatural

I'm just givin u facts

You start givin ideas

They start givin u cash

You start poppin a lil

They start givin u daps

You sing a couple fuckin' hooks and they start giving u ass

But I'm not mad at the slightest

The public praises u for what u 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 been fucking the world

I'm bout to make the money come

Fuck what yall got

Y'all squares time is up because I watched u let the ball drop

One too many times

I been hiding out in Brooklyn

I got too comfortable

I had to rearrange the cushions

Get in touch wit my chakras

Pop Pop just died

I fell in love wit sum' vodka

Fell out wit ex

Then back in love wit sum' vodka

My half brother jimmy

Showed up at the wake

Hadn't seen him since 97

What the fuck do I say

He's got sum' baby momma issues

shits been ugly

She's tryin' to take him down

Raising money wit go-fund-me

Damn

On top of that heroine took my best friend

He hits me up to blow L's

I'm just tryna get m's

And hoes coming out the wood works

They see ya boy buildin'

So they tryin' to get this woodwork

If u tan wit an accent

Uhm, it could work