Stockholm Syndrome

Yeah
After this I dont even wanna talk to people, you feel me?
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me just get right to it, yeah
Come on
This is bigger than a post with an irrelevant caption
This is organized knowledge and intelligent action (Woo)
This is since 06, tryna create legacy
Bossed up stocks, real estate, and equity
You fake Pat Bervelys always tryna shut down Russ
You fouls stay the **** from round us
Cause you cant **** with me so you lie instead
You lazy, you blocked tryin to head
But I cant give em clout, thats a courtesy bag
Cant forget about how bad I wanted what I currently have
Selective memory, Im blockin all the bad games out
Even though I got more **** ups than a halfway house
But since the match came out, Ive made M after M
Youre not a boss (Youre not)
You get your percent after them, thats rough (Yeah)
Money sewin up, no more audience to Fashion Novas and all your fans obvious
Im sorry but Im not (Im not), my sentiment is
Is yall stay throwin shots, so you gon get what you give
**** you back then, right now, and tomorrow (Haha)
Im in Africa, smokin Kilimanjaro
Im a young god (Yeah), but still I bleed
So Ima post one out (Uh), til I leave
And they killin Black people like its nothin
Actually, its past the point of killin, this is huntin (Huntin)
Gotta do somethin (Somethin)
Gotta do my part (Yeah)
So I went and raised a half a million for the cause (Yeah)
Shout out the ones on the front lines, gettin they fight on
Im talking bout Tameeka, Im talking bout Mysonne
Im keepin the lights on for my whole damn family
So I dont give a **** if some hoes cant stand me
I still want Grammys , tell the chapters
Artists go broke cause they sell their masters
You a player Im an owner, so Im richer than most
How you diss me in a song and you sittin in coach?
The audacity (Shh), Im gettin tired of yall
Keep it real, deep down, Im inspirin yall
You know the show business says, 'Dont plan,' real idiots
My goal is buy land, build businesses
And my lawyer and manager Ashkenazi
Buildin empires like Ghazi Shami
Its gettin real smooth, but my wrist is rocky
I dont want the pussy if you drink Dasani
Lookin in the mirror like, 'I knew wed make it' (Knew it)
Five hundred thousand for the Boosie bracelet
Another hundred thousand for the MJ hoops
Success came through
All different colors, I know you gon remember these eyes
I can give a **** less if an enemy dies
**** them, **** you, hut one, hut two
Said hike, headed off to myself run through
All the obstacles, Im always goin audibles
My come up is phenomenal, I feel like Im responsible
For all they tryna do it their own wayand move at their own pace
Its you versus you, dawg, you runnin your own race
Im locked in, after this, Im top ten dead or alive
You better decide, which side of the fence you is at
Cause I dont **** with the back and forth
I make a bitch go get it like a Labrador
Im a platinum plaque embassador
Cause I dont got one career, dog, Im next to four
But Im not done yet (Nah)
The critical thought is, the industry is run by invisible bosses
Through the mist of the fall, I can see whats true
Only way to beat the game, is dont play, **** you, come on
Come on, man, we playin a whole nother game, right Russ?
Ayo, I remember listenin to your shit on SoundCloud
You in jets now
Tell these niggas how them clouds sounds, since they at it backwards, hahaha
One of the best to ever do it, on G-O-D
Twenty plus in the game, yellin, 'C-O-B '
Cause the industry is all about who dicks who
Who broomsticks who
With no vaseline, they just move shit through
Nigga, who is you? They gon screw him too
You came into this game to be a cool rich dude
Eatin Ruth Chris food, buy your new bitch the new Shih Tzu
But the true issue, they gon treat you like a Rubiks Cube
Then they kickin you out, quicker than jiu jitsu
Nigga, boo hoo-hoo
Aint nobody cryin when all of a sudden your career doesnt exist
Couple of hits, you dont know, got you stuck in the ditch
Wonderin&# x27; if, you should end it all, cuttin your wrists
Sick of diggin in your pockets, touchin nothin but lint
Wonderin where the **** your publishin went a 100% to the company
And now you livin under a bench
Unless a nigga like Hov wanna come to a brother defense
Poor us, only the money can kill us
Jimmy Henchman, puttin coke on the tour bus
The allure of gettin rich is what lured us
Into that trap of bein rappers slash trappers
If they clap us, the label is gettin fat, cause
They assure us but ensured us that we would get a piece of the pie
Seem like we got the green light to die (Sure does)
I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin hit note
Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, til I was sick, yo
Hit the one up out the window
Didnt know how to get home, when I did though
I would tip-toe to my crib fore I let the shit pour
To my bottle then it was Guantánamo
I would get low like a schizo, Skid Row
Drinkin myself in the grave, depressed person
Now I dont chase Henny, I chase the best version
Of myself, hoppin in the CLS swervin
Rims so big, look Im in an Excursion
Im hardworkin and God workin
Like a heart surgeon, my hearts urgin
I was good to contain now Im Geordi La Forge
Slaveship to the spaceship, damn Im LeVar Burton
Open the stargate and I meet you with ISIS
Wrote a letter to Suge sayin, 'Im still the nicest'
Til its over, Ill be grippin the pistolas
Sippin some crip cola, right where Killer Mike is
Leavin the mic lifeless thats whats killin mics is
Hail to the lyricist, were gonna be from the Genesis
Your emphasis is money but you really just a dummy
The labels, the ventriloquists, heres what the real advice is
Before the jewelry, get some real estate
Put some lawyer money up like you dealin weight
Keep it a hunnid, G, whoever wanna eat
Tell em all, 'Bring somethin to the dinner plate' (Word)
Get your credit straight, nigga, meditate
Keep a shooter thatll never ever hesitate (Boom, boom)
Remember this jewel in the future
Keep one step like Medusa, ahead of snakes