Album Name

There's Really A Wolf

Artist

Russ

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.05.05

Release Agency

Sony Music

I'm here
Yeah the cash came
I ain't trippin' on a past flame
Even if they were dimes
you know how many
10's want my last name
Is this the rap game
or high school politics
Bars could be on Maury
'cause they got a little pop in it'
Before I show up
that's when the deposit hits
You only want me now
that's what I have problems with
Five-star suites
Trojan wrappers on the floor
That's the aesthetic
when you gettin'
half a mil' on tour
Not bad for six weeks
plus I should receive
my plaque soon
Shittin' on the game
I'll probably hang it
in my bathroom
Last June I was broke
this June I made a hundred
Before and after
didn't change me
though I stayed a hundred
Show me someone
else who's doin' what I'm doin'
Singin' rappin' mixin' masterin'
engineerin' producin'
That's every song
with no exception
plus the catalog longer
than a lot of veterans
Mention me amongst myself
'cause I'm the first of my kind
You live a Semi-Charmed Life
'cause your third eye is blind
I'm a shepherd not a sheep
but I heard it's my time
Was in the shadows for so long
I deserve all my shine
Got some women you
would love to fuck
left on read
Got some homies
'bout that arm leg leg arm head
I should call it a night
too many women can be dangerous
You let 'em behind the scenes
all of a sudden they start framin' us
I make enough to alter
her perception of me
The older you get the more
expensive lessons will be
Gotta tighten up move
a little bit more militant
Comin' down your block
lookin' like we copped
the whole dealership
Penthouse suites
but couldn't tell you what city
Same ones who stayed down
with me gon' be up with me
See that's the code you uphold
when you know
what it took to really grow
into the star you all know so
When Bugus touch down
I got the Bentley waiting for him
In LA the next time
I'll probably play The Forum
But for now catch me
selling out the Novo
No debut no openers
I'm solo
You're trapped in the club
'cause you can't sell tickets
Your album flopped
and you went ahead and fell with it
But fuck y'all I'm a business man
I'm smokin' caviar cones
in my sprinter van
On the phone with my lawyer
talking about eight digits yeah
Just to be safe
even my safes got a safe in it
False accusations
think I'm done with the groupies
'Cause one bad scene can
fuck up the whole movie so
Fuck these hoes
man I'm out the game
Plus they jump around quicker
than House of Pain
Break the bank for the family
take everyone to Waikiki
My homies are big and African
knock you out in dashikis
To my family I'm Russell
to these women habibi
Ex's know they played themselves
when they see me on TV
Big money offends
small minds too bad
I give my girls a new life
you give your girls a new bag
Doin' interviews with Forbes
'cause the come ups amazin'
I got a new fetish for jewelry
and expensive vacations
I got the industry shook like
How's he's popping like this
How I don't know him
but he still got 60K on his wrist
Now I can't go to the mall
'cause I'll probably get mauled
And I lied I wasn't busy
I'm just ignorin' your call
'Cause maybe I feel like
you don't really deserve a response
'Cause you were curvin' me crazy
when I was tryna get on
Now I'm fresh up in the game
and I already went gold
'Cause I gave them
what they want now
they losin' control
Had to do it myself
pull the trigger on my dreams
Always knew that
this would happen
manifested everything
Now they gon' write about me
like they were right about me
Some people lookin'
like they wanna snatch
the white up out me
That's new to me
forgive me for bein'
jaded to my race
But I been color blind
that wasn't just a mixtape
Yeah one of eleven
yeah I put out eleven
Produced mixed mastered
engineered written by me
Yeah this just the beginning though
Yeah debut shit