Note To Self Russ, Hit-Boy & Big Sean (Ft. Joey Bada$$ & Wale)
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[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 shit
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
Fuck 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
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 shit
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
Fuck 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
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