russ - fuck that lyrics
yeah, everybody got a breakin’ point
yeah, na na na na
i move with peace and igbos
for any rappers tryna play the hero
for any peasant tryna play debo on some tough guy sh-t
i’m not a tough guy, b-tch
you mad ’cause the girl you wanna f-ck sucked my d-ck
you were a high school loser, now a bitter adult
i handle your karma myself, that’s a quicker result
raisin’ money to k!ll me ’cause y’all be poppin’ the pills
take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, b-tch
they think it’s sweet because my skin tone
little b-tch, i been known
people that extend beyond my zipcode
copie role old national highway
spelled it out for out-of-towners comin’ at me sideways
old nat
i can’t want for them to get you
y’all stalkers studied up on me, can’t wait for them to test you
old nat
i’m un-ssumin’ so you’re unprepared
i might make them film it, show the world you’re f-ckin’ scared
they want me to shut the f-ck up, f-ck that
they want my talent, my nuts tucked, f-ck that
they’re tryna get me to hate me, f-ck that
’cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, f-ck that
stop playin’ with me, playin’ with me
somebody gon’ end up hurt
stop playin’ with me, playin’ with me
i promise i see every word
yeah, i got big and your b-tch is the proof
i got bigger when the media twisted the truth
these insecure grown men that i’ve never met
y’all don’t have a cause
if people like me don’t exist, y’all don’t have a job
you a b-tch, you probably got f-cked in the pen
you still a b-tch, you just got stuck with a pen
f-ck the clickbait, political b-tch-made journalists
most of y’all are p-ss-es, smell like fishbait
i dictate my hours, how ’bout you?
i made four million in four minutes b-tch, how ’bout you?
like a final four moment that i’ll never forget
i wore a f-ckin’ t-shirt and then i cut through the neck
i win
we’ll never meet, you’re not rich enough b-tch
all your disses don’t reach, you’re not big enough b-tch
y’all be dissin’ for the clout, that’s how poppin’ i am
one phone call, this phone is like a glock in my hand
they want me to shut the f-ck up, f-ck that
they want my talent, my nuts tucked, f-ck that
they’re tryna get me to hate me, f-ck that
’cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, f-ck that
stop playin’ with me, playin’ with me
somebody gon’ end up hurt
stop playin’ with me, playin’ with me
i promise i see every word
yeah
this whole nation is so shaken by the approach taken
my soul is exposed naked, i’m blatant, i’m so brazen
that’s why i’m the most hated, runnin’ on low patience
i’m road pavin’, screamin’ truth until my throat’s achin’
no chasin’, after shows hoes waitin’
y’all careers keep failin’, study mine, start note takin’
carvin’ my name in the game in bold face
nowadays, a hundred thousand dollars feels like no payment
so jaded, real gold, i used to wear gold-plated
that’s when i was located and my come-up broke phases
i’m on a new chapter, turnin’ back to those pages
it’s hard bein’ so famous, i can’t be in both places
jugglin’ both stages
the most that i can do is show traces
all i ask for in return is just go where the growth takes us
i propose a toast to those who don’t condone fake sh-t
game is full of squares, i’m just here to reshape it
mixin’ up my message, stop trying to rephrase it
listen to the truth, stop trying to translate it
this is coming from a winner, trust me when i say it
you’ll never be a main act if you can’t maintain it
and to the people threatenin’, makin’ bold statements
i got people that love the sounds of fists flyin’ and bones breakin’
your green room’s just a box, they gon’ catch you, no fakin’
they’re the kings of f-ckin’ people up in small enclosed sp-ces
stop playin’ with me, playin’ with me
somebody gon’ end up hurt
stop playin’ with me, playin’ with me
i promise i see every word
they want me to shut the f-ck up, f-ck that
they want my talent, my nuts tucked, f-ck that
they’re tryna get me to hate me, f-ck that
’cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, f-ck that
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