Paddington Freestyle (Explicit) - Russ

Composed by：Russell Vitale

I feel like I'm outrappin' everyone dawg

Haha yeah I do **** y'all

Come on

Everything soundin' stale

It's time to freshen up for real

Y'all got skill

But I can tell y'all not obsessed enough

I don't flex enough add to cart

Spent three-hundred K on art

My catalog's a money tree

Tell sotheby's this just the start

I got too pure of a heart

That's why I'm good on y'all good on y'all

Playin' 'til my hair is fallin' out

Like watchin' drew gooden ball ha

Zero to ninety in a flash tore my calf

From runnin' so many businesses

**** it though get the cash

I'm past the point where y'alls

Opinions hold weight yeah

Although I still be tryna fight

Back like I'm josé josé

My jewelers threw those yellow

Diamonds to my neck that's a cold play

Inside of my universe

Me and God like to role-play uh huh

My whole career's been a road game

The booze ****ed me up but now

My tolerance is so great yeah

Point 08 became my flow state

It's blissful it is

They're not who they think they are

At best these dudes is wishful ha

Hits I gotta list full

And I'm still addin' another one

Cops switchin' up their words

Speaking pig latin

I been rappin' y'all are late

They screamin' we want russ

Keep my exes out my space

Like I'm elon musk

My trajectories a rocket

Follow my heart in a game

That only follows pockets yeah

They told me I should stop

I told 'em stop it stop it

They was starin' at the line

I went ahead and crossed it

So whatever meanin' that line might've had

It just lost it talk to 'em

I don't do the deal if it don't feel right

I've turned down more money than you've made

This is real life hahaha

Y'all led 'em down a wrong path

I'm givin' people real life

My body might be muggsy

But my spirit is shaquille height

Do it like I'm phil knight

I'm business oriented do it

I'm thirty-million past

The point they said my story ended

*****es hangin' onto nothin'

At this point they need a doctor they do

Bugus writin' movies on a jet

We winnin' oscars yeah

Sold out concerts yeah

Past six weeks

I made six-million dollars sheesh

I'm a stand-up guy

You need to work on your posture facts

People tryna breach the peace

The loudest boos always

Come from the cheapest seats

I reached my peak

No I didn't you just hatin' uh huh

My dreams are unfoldin' as we speak

I'm just waitin' yeah

Elevatin' I'm jet-lagged

Wheatgrass for the brain fog brain fog

Swear the whole rap game makes

The same song same song

People sellin' out for money and a few clicks

Am I the only one who still

Cares about the music for real

In this dirty a*s game bein' a purist uh huh

It really feels like bein' a tourist

Although I think it finally

Looks like the circus is headed outta town

'Cause your fans grew up

No more parties with a clown

Co-workers tryna **** ****

Prob'ly shouldn't answer

'Cause you don't wanna **** where you sleep

Like amber heard haha

**** parameters

I been scratchin' the surface need a manicure

My manager's in morocco drinking tea with organic herbs

Put out handsomer went top 40 40

For the first time now I'm hearin' bizarre stories

That the labels prob'ly started in pathetic attempt

To discourage independent artists for real for real

I know that my success is really stessin' y'all

'Cause more of me means less of y'all I get it y'all