Russ - Murder Me lyrics

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Communicating while anonymous doesn’t accomplish too much

So I’mma get on this fucking path, keep on talking my stuff

Reaching everybody in the south side of Atlanta

To the place I’m more familiar with but I paint panoramas

That’ll make you trip like I Love Lucy

By the way, I took a trip and I love lucy

She introduced me to the truth, I wrap a noose around your boss real quick

Kick is too loud, make his boss’ boss feel it

And now my balls won’t fit in the palm of my hand

So don’t ask me to grab ‘em, I let them hang, I’m the man

Fuck spelling it out, I’m yelling it out

Y’all flip, then you flop, then I hip and I hop

I’m just a product of listening to watch the part of submitting

Feeble attempts to stay on so all that garbage you giving

Is getting me thrown out, I’m thrown, leave me alone, I’m in my zone now

Too many clowns, diamonds is full of lies, it’s time to row now

My life is a …good kush, never housed a bitch because they fight and bark, woof, woof

Look, look, the world is pulling me down, I’m about to push, push

And let the visions in my head pull the sled ‘bout to mush, mush

Y’all lay beneath the tush, tush and your pockets stay empty

‘Cause your mouth is full of pussy, go dive in ambition

Swim around in some tally, bust enough full of visions

They hit it again with some passion and get it cracking like…

But y’all ain’t scaring no one so just fall back ‘cause…till the motherfucker world ends

And I’m probably with your girl

Man, the same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

I need loot so I’m doing what I do

And don’t say shit until you walk in my shoes

Man, the same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

There was no other destiny to chose

I had nothing left to lose

Say it, nigga

And I’m a heavy thinker, I smoke, heavy drinker

Got a gift for the game wrapped around my middle finger

No semi-circles in this diamond shit

Squares don’t linger, I’m your dude’s favorite rapper

And your bitch favorite singer

Jerry Springer in this hotel room…

But back to this living out the dream and tryna find it

Fuck it, I think that I found it, fuck that, I know I found it

Your old dudes ain’t new no more, y’all need a fountain

Y’all be king of the hill, motherfucker, I got the mountain

Y’all shouting and making commotion, barely making a wave

I make the ocean, and park my yacht on your property

With no apology…and I met God a lot but I’ve never met Jesus

I even met the Devil and kicked it with some G shit

Told me how to get to hell, I showed him how to leave it

Close that fucking door shut as I walk towards my freedom

Man, the same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

I need loot so I’m doing what I do

And don’t say shit until you walk in my shoes

Man, the same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me

There was no other destiny to chose

I had nothing left to lose

Say it, nigga

Don’t get too fucked up, you can still get dropped

Employees handed now in face of the boss

I’m not saying that I be the one, no

I’m just saying that it can be done