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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Gundry
Composer
Russell Vitale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russ
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, everybody got a breaking point
Yeah, na, na, na, na
[Verse 2]
I move with P. Stones and Igbos
For any rapper tryna play the hero
For any peasant tryna play Debo on some tough guy shit
You not a tough guy, bitch
You mad 'cause the girl you wanna fuck sucked my dick
You a high school loser, now a bitter adult
I'll handle your karma myself, that's a quicker result
Raising money to kill me, 'cause y'all be popping the pills
Take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, bitch
They think it's sweet because my skin tone
But little bitch, I've been known
People that extend beyond my zip code
Got to roll, Old National Highway
Spelled it out for outta-towners coming at me sideways
[Verse 3]
Old Nat
I can't wait for them to get you
You're a stalker, studied up on me, can't wait for them to test you
Old Nat
I'm unassuming so you're unprepared
I might make them film it, show the world you're fucking scared
[Verse 4]
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
They tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
'Cause y'all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that
[Verse 5]
Stop playing with me, playing with me
Somebody gon' end up hurt
Stop playing with me, playing with me
I promise I see every word
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I got big and your bitch is the proof
I got bigger when the media twisted the truth
These insecure grown men I've never met
Y'all don't have a cause, so if people like me don't exist, y'all don't have a job
You a bitch, you probably got fucked in the pen
You still a bitch, you just got sucked with a pen
Fuck the clickbait, political, bitch-made journalist
Most of y'all are pussies, smell like fish bait
I dictate my hours, how 'bout you?
I made four million in four minutes, bitch, how 'bout you?
Like a Final Four moment that I'll never forget
I wore a fucking T-shirt and then I cut through the net
[Verse 7]
I win
We'll never meet, you're not rich enough, bitch
All your disses don't reach, you're not big enough bitch
Y'all be dissing for the clout, that's how poppin' I am
One phone call, this phone is like a Glock in my hand
[Verse 8]
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
They tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
'Cause y'all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that
[Verse 9]
Stop playing with me, playing with me
Somebody gon' end up hurt
Stop playing with me, playing with me
I promise I see every word, yeah
[Verse 10]
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
Running on low patience
I'm road pavin', screaming truth until my throat's aching
No chasing after shows, hoes waiting
Your careers keep failin', study mine, start note-taking
Carving my name in the game in bold face
And 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 in my come-up broke phases
I'm on a new chapter, turning back to those pages, it's hard when you're so famous
I can't be in both places, juggling both stages
Most that I can do is show traces
All I ask for in return is just go where growth takes us
I propose a toast to those who don't condone fake shit
Game is full of squares, I'm just here to reshape it
Mixing up my message, stop tryna rephrase it
Listen to the truth, stop tryna 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
[Verse 11]
And to the people threatening making bold statements
I got people who love the sounds of fists flying and bones breaking
Your green room's just a box, they gon' catch you, no fakin'
They the kings of fucking people up in small and closed spaces
[Verse 12]
Stop playing with me, playing with me
Somebody gon' end up hurt
Stop playing with me, playing with me
I promise I see every word
[Verse 13]
They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
They tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
'Cause y'all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that
Written by: Peter Gundry, Russ