Blue Chip Russ (Ft. Ransom)

[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah, I just hit the joint before I wrote this
Record label rebel, 'member openin' at Ole Miss
Always saw the whole shit, always futuristic
2018, I made the Forbes Cash Kings list
The wave of depression and anxiety for Christmas
But I can never drown, I rose, Kate Winslet
Gassed up, took a quick trip to my hometown
Girls that were curvin' me turned into my hoes now
Beat straight from Motown, shoutout Mr. Porter
B.Dot and everybody, get your list in order
This the album of the year by a long shot
Barkin' got your dog dropped
Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
I don't care what y'all got, bitch, this is my shit
You ain't 'bout to act like a baby in my crib
I wasn't invited, so I threw my own party
Didn't let me join, so I got my own army
I spoke harshly, once or twice, boo-hoo, bitch
Didn't matter still went from, "Who?" to, "Who's who?" Bitch
Fuck a blue check, I'm a blue chip, reliable stock
I reached the end of my rope and I started tyin' the knot
And held on, Delle Donne, my game's ill
Lime with tequila or the heat to this J Will
Make skills appear like Magic, pass it
Always been a king, I'ma share it if I have it
I should wear my numbers on my chest like a nickname
Tryna make the paper flip, I only play Squid Games
New York Knicks fame so she deep throat
You're my D-Rose, then her knees broke, I'm the G.O
No bullshit (Heh)