Shootin Up Russ (Ft. Bugus)

[Hook x2: Russ]
Iiii-I-I-Iiii-I-I-Iiii
Gonna go my own way for now
'Til the sun goes down on me
I'm shootin' up this mutha' fukka'

[Verse 1: Russ]
Yeah, blind faith, that's the compass
For this journey that I'm walkin'
The universe is listenin'
Watch your tone when you're talkin'
Knock, knock, knock, knockin' on the door
But I been knockin' too long
So I ain't knockin' no more
Imma' bust that shit down
Maybe book a lil' tour
Maybe fuck this Puerto Rican
Maybe fly to New York
Maybe talk to these labels
If they offer a lil' more
Maybe spend the cash wisely
Or maybe cop the new Porsche
Maybe blow a couple blunts
Maybe pop a few corks
You either listen to the truth
Or you don't, it's your choice
You either speak the fuck up
Or you don't, it's your voice
You either get lost in the silence
Or get lost in the noise
You either focus on the game
Or get lost in the points
You can focus on the pain
Or turn up and rejoice
Everybody making change
Everybody got a choice
Everybody make a change
That's my mutha' fukkin' choice