Russ Freestyles on Flex (2017) | Freestyle #059

[Verse 1] I've handed out two hundred thousand dollars to my family And my friends don't tell me I don't care I put in work, free time is rare I know my worth, my food is shared If you saw dirt then you'll be there To see the perks of millionaires I distribute inspiration for the low, mm I treat you how you treat yourself, you just a hoe, uh I took a break from you, I'm seeing shit clearly now, uh Bitch I'm me, I could never let you near me now, uh I'm in Europe with my family crossing countries like a track star My wallet is a Travelex with a black card I been doing this, I been true to this I been producing my career and Bugus's I remember when my life wasn't like this But I always sorta saw it coming, bitch I'm psychic I remember always droppin' beats and gettin' ten plays Ten year flashbacks are feelin' like ten days Damn, my numbers raised quick They used to treat me like a lil' what a name a shit I can't fuck the same chick for too long, I need options I let you put a spell on me like Emma Watson I'm out in Auckland, fuckin' with the Kiwis I got a barber in New York, call him tiki I got a couple bitches down by Peach Street Tell them read the writin' on the wall like graffiti I be sellin' out two in the same night I came a long way, I used to have stage fright That was back when me and Boom was doing college shows Up at UGA getting paid next to nada though Six deep in the volvo or the avalon We smokin' cookie but we do not fuck with tag-alongs Everybody pulls their weight in the huddle Bitches thinkin' their unique because they say my name is Russell, whoa You didn't want me 'til I got poppin' Which means you probably wouldn't want me if I stop poppin' Gettin' mailbox money like assists from John Stockton That's [?] Travel nonstop and it's city new city Same day ones, ain't got no one new with me, uh Couple new women I been addin' to the roster Couple new digits they been addin' to the offers Rap's new father got a few more kids Broke rappers you should learn what a two court is I got a catalog that's, more vast than the ocean I'm good everywhere, got a pass like I'm open I'm grabbin' the golden, globe for the role That I'm playin' in my movie that I filmed myself If your girl feels me it's 'cus I feel myself If I woke up as you I would kill myself [Verse 2] Less rushin', more trustin' in the process I'm screamin' out less pussy, more progress You should talk less and do more, homie You were hot, but now you real lukewarm, homie These are new times, you could see my two eyes And tell that I was born to be different, I'm in Dubai And I'm like, sixteen deep, that's what you get When you paint sixteens over Sistine beats For like sixteen weeks in a row, times six That's like ninety six songs, if you don't know my shit I'm a question if you even follow hip hop You probably follow magazines and what they think's hot Dick riders, politicians in plain clothes Everyone in rap use the same beat and same flow, uh You're asleep, but your city's awake Hate It Or Love It is what I'm bumpin' makin' fifty a state Plus the buzz gettin' bigger than fifty estate Private jet coast to coast cost me fifty a way, whoa Haters lookin' for some validation I know you mad 'cus my life is your imagination, what's that Women in bundles every city that I move through I bring in more money for your city than you do The money's cool but the life is more glorious I came in clutch for my family, Robert Horry shit I hope the people take the time to read my story, it's A real page-turner, Bob Seger I need forty hits Before I turn thirty, uh That's a goal of mine A two-hour singalong, damn That's a show of mine I know the grind, I know myself, that's why you know me, uh I got it jumpin' in Australia like a joey, uh Just havin' talent ain't enough to succeed 'Cus self-belief beats talent when talent doesn't believe That's how I did it, that's my advice if I had to give it This is confidence, consistency and intrinsic Motivation to be great, one-uppin' myself No one made me a plate, I made somethin' myself Man I fuck with myself, I don't give a fuck what you think, uh I'm the one, I don't do the number two thing Or three thing or four thing Everything I say is newsworthy keep reporting Everything I wear is camera worthy keep recording I don't chase money, I am not JP Morgan Flex I'm up here, it's really really important Haha [Verse 3] Ridin' round with all these bands like a tour bus I'm pullin' in a couple million every four months People want to see you get, 'til you get it Then you talk 'bout how you got it, then the same ones get offended Make your mind up, are you a hater or supporter? You either love to see my shine or you don't, no kinda sorta My employee is myself, this is boss talk They hang my pictures 'round the city, like a lost dog I'm in the UAE, fuck currency exchange, I got USD I make your bitch tapout like UFC Muhfucker I'm the plug like USB I keep a couple trojans on me like USC I'm way bigger than my body like a 2X tee And I don't text you first, bitch you text me I am not the one for you to try and U-S-E I'm Jordan before the bullshit like UNC Bringing hits from Atlanta like "who's Greg Street?" Half a billion spins later, I'm the new Greg Street, whoa We 'gon let it lie [Verse 4] I'm doing everything I told you I would Fuck you if you didn't believe until I showed you I could 'Cus now it's too late, everyday I'm in a new state The boss is supposed to eat, who cares Show me what your crew makes 'cus Milan just put some diamonds in his Presi' though I wanted this at seventeen but wasn't ready though Shout out the universe for knowing more than I do, uh Shout out the moms who were hoein' back in high school That's condescending in case you didn't catch the tone, uh Passin' tests yes I'm weaving past the cones Watch me parallel park in the top spot Before I popped, all the ladies been gaga This ain't the peak but I'm proud I made it this high up Went platinum with no samples, just synthesizers And some drums too, I'm the one-two I'm the reason that your boyfriend rocks a bun too And there go sauce, let me drip drip drip drip drip Got an album will it hit hit hit hit hit Little sauce, let me drip drip drip drip drip Got an album full of hit hit, let me tell you somethin, uh They love you more when you coming up The strugg- I'm done hahaha