Racked Up Ru$$ell - The Takeover lyrics

[Verse 1 - Corny] From a place just south of maryland, it's only right I gotta be more b**h I'm on the road to riches and I never take a detour Tho these b**hes want the sack like an old school Richard Seymour In a 3-4. I need three floors in my mansion plus some decor: Some curtains, chandeliers I gotta Dutch rolled up, a couple grams in here I'm the man around here, all the fans revere Rhymebook loaded up like a bandolier Spit that sh**; my planned career Get that sh**, stop standing here I gotta follow my dreams, banish fear And leave a mark on the game like a branded steer Boy, that means I own it, screaming f** all my opponents k**ing every beat I get on and not asking for atonement I don't need your forgiveness, you dipsh**s insist its business What is this? These hypocrites spit sh** but they haven't really lived it Talking like they're rappin but they lost all of the pa**ion, I ain't bashin on the fashion or pa**in on what you're ashin But the fact is the past of rappin is over and behind us so give me a mic and lend me your ears as I remind us It's kind of funny what time does... Let me rewind us back to the start of it When the art of it was a part of it When you got sh** when you started it When the artists spit about real sh** You'd listen and you'd feel sh** f** all this record deal sh** With the shooters on that Bradley Beal sh** 22 inch rims on a Maserati body, but I'd rather whip the Audi with a hotty ridin shotty Prolly with your Ole Misses I ain't talkin Hotty Toddy but I kinda like her body so I gotta get inside it Uh, that's fake sh** That sounds good so they make it But I'm here to make some changes We don't give a f** about your wages We want sh** we can relate with All these phony a** rappers are makeshift I've come here to replace them And leave behind a legacy of greatness I'm the greatest, I say this And I mean this, but I'm not famous Like Wayne is, or like Drake is But what the f**? Even 2 Chainz is! This game is, Lois Lane b**h And I'm Superman here to save it My all is what I gave it Now it's Racked up's turn, go apesh**! [Verse 2 - Racked Up Ru$$ell] Its Racked Up Ru$$ell and I'm here to build my brand Rolling dank strains on a strand with my clan yea my fam Clear blue water, soft white sand That's a tall order when you drive your mom's van Supply the block with grams Then I saw the cops and ran I got no gucci on my belt but I don't give a f** Still got sperries on my feet and liquor in my cup! While you're on your knees asking "why god?" I'll be burning trees asking "why not!" Life's a game of chess I want that piece at the end of the line Cause I'm going to the top not gonna stop till the castles mine Me and you we are the same Still ride with a Closed circle, zero lames I just need my one brain f** your 2 chainz I got 3 names Racked Up Ru$$ell smoking 4 strains! But now every motherf**ing kid want the same goddamn things A phone that rings Fresh levi jeans Some rice and beans But what the hell you gonna do when the government you leaning on To put food in your arms and green on your lawn Keeps putting out bullsh** and leading you on I'm spitting real rap not that damn media song See the fiends with the bong and the needle in they arm Need some weed that is strong and some dope that runs up Well the neighborhood dealers always got their funds up I want that phone I want those jeans I want the rice and beans for my hunger So I built my stash copped a strap Made some cash but still at night I wonder That if I die before I wake I pray that Corny will be great Put some Dutches inside my grave I'll spark one up by heavens gate Shoutout my mans SpaceMateNate Take no chances create your fate