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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Krzysztof Komeda-Trzciński
Composer
Russell Vitale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russ
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Just copped a mansion and my parents a crib
Listenin' to doubt never works for me but my arrogance did
They love to hate, they love to hate
How ironic I know
She loves my long hair and my tattoos, how iconic, I know
Women pounce often, and my sound poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Y'all are cloud hoppin', while I'm house shoppin' (Yeah)
You should make more moves and less announcements
I'm havin' sex with spouses
Watch me invest and count this
I've got the best accountants
I'm looking at the aftermath of all my hours
Unfortunately I rarely take the time to smell my flowers
Used to move around a lot, used to have to pack houses
Now I'm on the road playing shows for packed houses
Now I'm in Toronto smoking maple leaves
I got the catalog of branches outside of the labels tree
You can't label me
I made all my shots, but that was when the crowd was ghost
Now the world is watching me, time to go repeat results
[Verse 2]
I'm an outlaw
I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off
I never really ever gave a fuck about y'all
I got a lotta hits left, like a southpaw
Without y'all
[Verse 3]
I've been in the Dominicans swimmin'
With thick women with skin like cinnamon
Bitch it's a Tuesday
Don't you ever talk to me crazy
You still got roommates
Went Platinum out a suitcase
Y'all too fake, your debut came in when I'm throwin' a coup d'etat
Tada bitch I'm here
Y'all pop up and disappear
I bump Brianca in Bahamas, I want 20 mil this year
What y'all know 'bout doin' sold out shows around the globe?
I bring the ho's out
The come up's documented, you should scroll down
MP gang
You can say he changed 'cause he went in a G bang
But he landed where he aim
So fuck the chest you thumpin'
Fuck the threats you publish
I'm up in your city doin' shows, address is public
Never listen to the churches
I listen to Kanye, Eminem, Nipsey, J Cole, Kendrick, Drake and Jay Z verses
Rap is the new sermon
Rappers are the preachers
Rappers are the doctors and the teachers, the World needs us, come on
[Verse 4]
I'm an outlaw
I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off
I never really ever gave a fuck about y'all
I got a lot of hits left, like a southpaw
Without y'all
[Verse 5]
People say I'm cocky, people say I'm arrogant
I think lack of confidence is very un-American
Miss me with comparisons
Y'all can't hold a candle to me, you gon' need more Paraffin
Bunch of fuckin' zombies poppin' pills and sippin' heroin
Y'all are so embarrassin'
Got your wifey runnin' all her fingers through my hair again
I'm staring in her soul
Your bitch has no control
She's lookin' at my platinum plaques, your bitch I steal and go
Hot globally, you
Hot locally, I'm
Noticing this game hasn't really noticed me
It's okay I understand
I wasn't in your plan
But y'all gon' come around 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' man
I was right about what? I was wrong about when?
I'm living right right now, 'cause I was right back then
I was right about what? I was wrong about when?
I'm living right right now, 'cause I was right back then, bitch
(Come on)
[Verse 6]
I'm an outlaw
I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off
I never really ever gave a fuck about y'all
I got a lot of hits left, like a southpaw
Without y'all
I'm an outlaw
I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off
I never really ever gave a fuck about y'all
I got a lot of hits left, like a southpaw
Without y'all
Written by: Christopher Komeda, Russ