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russ - murder me lyrics

communicating while anonymous doesn’t accomplish too much
so i’mma get on this f-cking path, keep on talking my stuff
reaching everybody in the south side of atlanta
to the place i’m more familiar with but i paint panoramas
that’ll make you trip like i love lucy
by the way, i took a trip and i love lucy
she introduced me to the truth, i wrap a noose around your boss real quick
kick is too loud, make his boss’ boss feel it
and now my b-lls won’t fit in the palm of my hand
so don’t ask me to grab ’em, i let them hang, i’m the man
f-ck spelling it out, i’m yelling it out
y’all flip, then you flop, then i hip and i hop
i’m just a product of listening to watch the part of submitting
feeble attempts to stay on so all that garbage you giving
is getting me thrown out, i’m thrown, leave me alone, i’m in my zone now
too many clowns, diamonds is full of lies, it’s time to row now
my life is a ‘good kush, never housed a b-tch because they fight and bark, woof, woof
look, look, the world is pulling me down, i’m about to push, push
and let the visions in my head pull the sled ’bout to mush, mush
y’all lay beneath the tush, tush and your pockets stay empty
’cause your mouth is full of p-ssy, go dive in ambition
swim around in some tally, bust enough full of visions
they hit it again with some p-ssion and get it cracking like’
but y’all ain’t scaring no one so just fall back ’cause’till the motherf-cker world ends
and i’m probably with your girl

man, the same motherf-ckers wanna murder me
and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
i need loot so i’m doing what i do
and don’t say sh-t until you walk in my shoes
man, the same motherf-ckers wanna murder me
and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
there was no other destiny to chose
i had nothing left to lose
say it, n-gg-

and i’m a heavy thinker, i smoke, heavy drinker
got a gift for the game wrapped around my middle finger
no semi-circles in this diamond sh-t
squares don’t linger, i’m your dude’s favorite rapper
and your b-tch favorite singer
jerry springer in this hotel room’
but back to this living out the dream and tryna find it
f-ck it, i think that i found it, f-ck that, i know i found it
your old dudes ain’t new no more, y’all need a fountain
y’all be king of the hill, motherf-cker, i got the mountain
y’all shouting and making commotion, barely making a wave
i make the ocean, and park my yacht on your property
with no apology’and i met god a lot but i’ve never met jesus
i even met the devil and kicked it with some g sh-t
told me how to get to h-ll, i showed him how to leave it
close that f-cking door shut as i walk towards my freedom

don’t get too f-cked up, you can still get dropped
employees handed now in face of the boss
i’m not saying that i be the one, no
i’m just saying that it can be done

- russ lyrics

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