Russ - Utah Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Damn, this beat is crazy Who made...? Oh, I did, haha Let me just update [Verse] I've been balancin' my chakras in the mountains out in Utah I know I'm the greatest, that's the energy I move off I don't even gotta play the game like Luol To still get paid more than you all I might buy a new loft just to entertain hoes I rarely fu*k with white chicks, but shout out to the Wayans bros Every woman's beautiful, I'm just givin' personal stats A real boss, I fund it from my personal stash I'ma touch a hundred million by thirty-five (No doubts) And next year I'm goin' platinum like thirty times (Uh-huh) And if my twenties told me anything (What?) It's stay away from pеople who put money over еverything That's a liability, me and doubt severed the ties I be talkin' to myself to get expert advice Can't be stuck in the past and put my heart in a trance When I stumble, I'm aware, that's just part of the dance Prosperity, that's the clear visual, right? Got my girl tapped into her spiritual side I'm the G.O.A.T, I give people hope I make people like they're rich when they're broke I'm slittin' rappers' throats, kill 'em all, fu*k 'em (fu*k 'em) If you don't show love 'til I'm dead you gettin' jumped, and I'll be cheerin' them on from my casket (Ha) Haven't seen a rapper who's talked sh*t that we gave a pass yet Access, I still got the same as the major labels They wait 'til you got a table, then they take the table Through the speakers, I give life to the dreamers, so it's deeper I don't got fans, I got believers Put my face on t-shirt, I ain't even dead yet Just made a hundred thousand, I ain't even leave my bed yet Nothing went right, so I went left To myself I said, "Yes," a B is in my head and my headrest Women fall in love with me Bosses know what’s up with me You don't gotta fu*k with me, I fu*k with me Luckily I'm free, regardless if they mass-hated Unlike most of these rappers who economically are castrated 'Cause y'all don't own your music, y'all don't have a fu*kin' voice 'Til a promoter hires y'all, y'all are unemployed Livin' check to check, that could never be me Like Hov said, "Own your own or you can never be free," stupid The level up is what y'all currently watchin' Y'all are regional, me, I've been currency swappin' Y'all are seasonal, me, b*tch, I'm currently poppin' I got the power so you know at times the journey's exhaustin' My bank accounts are fat, ba*tard I'm a member of some gold and platinum plaques I ain't lyin', Matt Stafford The bag snatcher, last laugher, ass slapper Pressed a couple whack rappers This game is full of backstabbers, not back scratchers When my back itched, I had to use the wall and bounce back after Ridin' in the Ghost, ask Casper Model givin' throat, she don't got a gag factor The gas that I own could fill a whole grass pasture My story isn't finished, this is not the last chapter Your money's young, it's too short, dawg, you got a bad password The devil's in disguise, can't use your eyes to unmask her Gotta trust your gut, listen to your intuition I'm the sh*t the game's missin', ya-dee, ya-dee Y'all get it, ha [Outro] CHOMP 2 on the way, maybe I'll put this on there, I don't know G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)