Stockholm Syndrome Russ (Ft. KXNG Crooked)

[Intro: Russ]
Yeah
After this, I don't even wanna talk to people, you feel me?
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me just get right to it
Yeah, come on

[Verse 1: Russ]
This is bigger than a post with an irrelevant caption
This is organized knowledge and intelligent action
This is since '06, tryna create legacy
Boss talks, stocks, real estate, and equity
You fake Pat Beverleys always tryna shut down Russ
You foul, stay the fuck from 'round us
'Cause you can't fuck with me so you lie instead
You lazy, you Blac Chyna head
But I can't give 'em clout, that's a courtesy bag
Can't forget how bad I wanted what I currently have
Selective memory, I'm blocking all the bad games out
Even though I got more fuck-ups than a halfway house
But since the masks came out, I've made M after M
You not a boss (Nah) you get your percent after them
That's rough (Yeah) money slowin' up, no more audience
The Fashion Nova ads and OnlyFans made it obvious
I'm sorry but I'm not (Not) my sentiment is
Is y'all stay throwin' shots so you can get what you give
Fuck you back then, right now and tomorrow (Haha)
I'm high in Africa, smokin' Kilimanjaro
I'm a young god (Yeah) but still I bleed
So I don't post where I'm at (Uh) until I leave
And they killin' Black people like it's nothin
Actually it's past the point of killing, this is hunting
Gotta do something (Something) gotta do my part (Yeah)
So I went and raised a half a million for the cause (Yeah)
Shout out to the ones on the frontlines gettin' they fight on
I'm talkin 'bout Tamika, I'm talkin 'bout Mysonne
I'm keepin' the lights on for my whole damn family
So I don't give a fuck if some hoes can't stand me
I still want Grammys, tell the chapters
Artists go broke 'cause they sell the masters
You a player, I'm an owner so I'm richer than most
How you diss me in a song and you sittin' in coach?
The audacity (Shh) I'm getting tired of y'all
Keep it real, deep down, I'm inspiring y'all
You know the show biz says don't plan real idiots
My goal is buy land, build businesses
And my lawyer and my manager are Ashkenazi
Building empires like Ghazi Shami
Skin real smooth, but my wrist is rocky
I don't want the pussy if you drink Dasani
Lookin in the mirror like I knew we'd make it (Knew it)
500,000 for the Boosie bracelet
Another 100,000 for the MJ hoops
Success came true, ooh
Different colors, I know you gonna remember these eyes
I could give a fuck less if an enemy dies
Fuck them, fuck you, hut one, hut two
Set, hike, hand it off to myself, run through
All the obstacles, I'm always callin' audibles
My come up is phenomenal, I feel like I'm responsible
For artists tryna do it they own way and move at they own pace
It's you versus you dawg, you runnin' your own race
I'm locked in, after this, I'm top ten dead or alive
You better decide which side of the fence you reside
'Cause I don't fuck with the back and forth
I make a bitch go get it like a Labrador
I'm a Platinum plaque ambassador
'Cause I don't got one career dawg, I mastered four
But I'm not done yet (Nah) the critical thought is
The industry is run by invisible bosses
Through the midst of the fog, I can see what's true
Only way to beat the game is don't play it, fuck you, come on