Russ - Note To Self lyrics

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Russ - Note To Self lyrics

[Intro: Russ] Yeah, Hit-Boy CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2 [Verse 1: Russ & Big Sean] 5 A.M. in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back Light a match in my soul, they tryna bring the rain Any bridge that I burned always lit the way I shoot the truth then watch it ricochet, y'all just insecure like Issa Rae The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?) I think people are gettin' tired of all the party rap Me, I'm out in Vegas, I own the spot that I party at Facts, different levels to this boss sh*t Always had drive, Ryan Gosling Since I had a notebook full of rhymes, they bribe like Lori Loughlin They mouths is full of green like I'm in Boston But I'm in ATL, I employ myself and I pay me well Runnin' so much game, I tore my ACL I said that I need a sure thing, she said, "Okay, Miguel" How many millions did I make this year? Maybe twelve All I need's a couple weeks to make it thirteen Me, I can stay in touch and still be out of your reach Definition of keepin' it cordial, got it poppin' like Orville I made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful Doors will form off of your will (Your will) I never switched teams, you're more George Hill fu*k the haters, focus on who loves it (For real) It's a shame to be chasin' love and runnin' right from it (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Note to self (Woah) [Verse 2: Big Sean & Wale] ni**as want loyalty without showin' loyalty (How?) King sh*t, I want the royal treatment and royalties My girl fresh-faced but I love how she spoil me (Woah) War time the only time that you gon' catch me fatigued I must be preachin' the way they crossin' me Like I dot my I's and crossin' my T's (T's) Really I got a reputation I often proceed (I do) Lifestyle I live, hairlines often recede (True) Pursuit of happiness, I'm on the search of it Covered in Louis Vuitton, we ride on the verge of it Lot of people claimin' that they down bad, as bad as it gets (Gets) But understand that rock bottom a bottomless pit (Pit) Somebody always doin' worse then worse as it is Time forever tellin', it's always gon' snitch A walkin' target to these hoes, they always gon' miss me Wisdom of solid men, I'm always gon' listen Saint Michael and Saint Jermaine always protect me (Protect) It's a movie the way these ni**as drama projectin' (Boi) It's a cold, cold game and I'm goin' Wayne Gretzky (Boi) Born the same day as Aretha, you gotta respect me (Respect) I gotta start treatin' my life like it's the only one I done seen ni**as lose they life over a hundred ones I done seen wifey who's the one get one-and-done My ego say I'm top five, my heart sayin' I'm one-of-one They want me to snap, want me to fall, want me to crack Want me the star of YouTube channels to see me react Want me to bleed, follow their lead, then never come back (Back) But I don't see none of y'all names on one of my plaques Note to self, I never heard nobody tell me life was too long Or talk about pressure then say they on top of it (Top, yeah, uh) Only that it's too short and that they're under a lot of it (Yeah, uh) Somehow I still show love when they show me the opposite (Look, uh) [Verse 3: Wale & Joey Bada$$] Note to self, they always gon' go for self If loyalty be cold then my .40 below the belt It's lonely when you rich, but it's boring when you get help That's why I run my race and they slow 'cause they chasin' clout Yeah, I got lawyer fees on my desk Hoya tickets forever, these dogs pressing you out (Hurrr) I inspire what they can't be (Okay) I just be playin' gallery flares, feel like Camp Lo (This is NY) Hat low, I'm high though, my mind in is a spiral They ask me if I'm sure, I say, "A gecko sellin' GEICO" (Haha) My respect is nothin' like though (Okay) 'Cause I write flows to turn this cypher to a cyclone (Phew) I got hoes, somebody wife could be my night though (Okay) If y'all go dark, my vitriol got vitiligo Oh nah, my remorse is nothin' like though This a goosie and gabogou, have a bite though (Oh, yeah) I might go Michael Myers on any night though And y'all know I'm killin' these cities like Money Heist though Precise though, no heart, only pipe though I'm in her back space so much, she thought she was my type ho Nope, sophisticated, still a psycho No bright ideas 'cause I will dim you ni**as lightbulb And spin this whole block like a dreidel, Happy Hanukkah And mazel tov 'til I run out, somebody cut my mic off (Yo, yo, Badmon) [Verse 4: Joey Bada$$] Time to separate the kings from the gods, streams from the bars (sh*t) You ni**as hollerin', I leave the scene from a far Here today, gone tomorrow, I'm who they honorin', I raised the bar Diamond in the rough, not a single flaw Keep it raw for the call (b*tch) ain't worried 'bout the scar But if it's war, kick in the door like Marshall Law It's levels to this thing, homie, we on different floors (Different floor) I switch broads like I switch cars (Skrr) It's just the hand that I was dealt, I didn't pick the cards I deal them demons from myself, ain't gotta hit the squad Y'all ni**as light work If I told y'all what I made a verse, sh*t, that might hurt I can give y'all ni**as a clue; how much that ice worth? Take that, multiply it by two and it might work It really just all depend on my mood (Word) 'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention So in the end I still get paid, like a pension (Yeah) fu*k ni**a (Haha) and I ain't even gotta rap 50 gave me like two M's, how I'm 'posed to act? (How I'm 'posed to act?) Walk around like I got "Unique" written on my back ("Unique" written on my back) My life really like a movie, hol' up, ni**a, bring it back (Bring that sh*t back) Yeah, I said, I ain't even gotta rap 50 gave me like two M's, how I'm 'posed to act? (Hahaha) Walk around like I got "Unique" written on my back My life really like a movie, hol' up, ni**a, bring it back [Outro: Joey Bada$$] Back, back, back to back (Bring it back) Way back, back to back (Bring it back) Say, yeah, bring it back, way back to back (Bring it back) Bring it back (Oh) back to back (Bring it back), uh Yeah, ni**a Joseph Badmon, you dun know Joey Bada$$ Woah, CHOMP, CHOMP, ni**a

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