Artist: Russ Album: 10 Year (S) Song: 10 Year Freestyle Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yuh, I'm cool on your opinion of my strategy Phone full of women all mad at me Cause they ain't on my mind like they use to Cause I ain't got the time that I use to Money tight as usual, but it's cool, because it's coming And I don't ever follow your strut I don't ever follow money, I just follow my gut Now they following Russ Yeah your boys gettin bigger now Y'all careers dying, start pouring out the liquor now Been at this since 06 Before it started being cool, to drop albums with no hits I'm out here coming for all of it I want all the acknowledgment I want all the accomplishments I want cars that's astonishing Plus the house that my mommas in Should be big as a continent I make good on my promises 50 bitches to party with Man, the world is my audience I'm just tryna' give my statement Billboard from a basement The type of focus where you wonder where the day went But do it all again How to be a millionaire It's getting harder to call a friend Too many hidden agendas You 50/50 with your character My life is on the line There's gone always be a barrier Between me and most I never let 'em too close With the girls it's no different I can't be falling for hoes That's why I keep to myself I stay recording tryna' upgrade My life to the nights full of lights, cash, and runways I haven't had a Monday since 18 I knew in high school I could go pro like KG Lately it's been looking like I made the right decision Found my way outta' the dark, I gotta' flash light vision If her ass right but the face left, then I'm dippin' I need a chick three for three like Pippin Hang my jersey up, It's worthy of the rafters I know their game, I ain't worried 'bout these rappers It's too predictable now, it's so political now And I'm sorry if I sound a little cynical now It's just that most my favorite rappers are invisible now Everyday I make a song that's just habitual now Ain't nobody gonna' do it like me Ain't nobody gonna fill the void I see but me, so here I go Twelve shots like the cops, now I'm wasted It's in the blood of America to be racist Land of the taken Home of the cover it all up and don't say shit Act like it ain't happen, cut, copy, paste it It's on every channel doesn't matter if you change it I'm off it though It ain't where I've gone It's where I've gotta go I tell these local girls what they wanna' know Never fuck 'em twice, cause I won't be there to catch em Self belief and a passion this is the natural reaction I be singing these ballads Like a young Mike Bolton Sprewell with the raps though Like Russ might choke him Keep a few eyes open I'm everywhere, I'm omnipresent Wired with the drive of a Bugatti engine I've been running non stop since fourteen Ain't no time to slow up, man I need more beats Even though I got 500 siting in a playlist I'm starting to realize that the money won't change shit I'm starting to realize that y'alls basic ain't my basic On the plane to the A making a list of all the shit matters Y'all opinions didn't make it 'Bout to be a A list celebrity Wife me up a singer Hope she gotta' accent Hope she drinks liquor Board of advisors, I can count on four fingers Leave the middle one open To let you know I ain't sweet I've been a shepherd my whole life I can't relate to the sheep It's a shame you asleep But I'm about to make your bed shake Bow down to me I'm the Sensei Let's play who's gon be here in a decade Lotta yall are barely even making it to the next day Man The fuck? The fuck are y'all doing man? You out here getting ply phones and shit Turning up talking 'bout dumb shit Man And the crazy shit is that, like, people believe you because you're poppin' So you can say whatever you want But that shit sound dumb as fuck And all y'all got low fucking IQs And all y'all figure out what's poppin' off in the water, like twenty-eight Cause y'all lack guidance and that's not Man, me, Bugus, and DIEMON 'bout to come through fuck all y'all up Cause y'all mutha' fukka's are dumb as shit It's just that simple We're smart as fuck with good music Fuck off