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And this that west coast, best smoke Ride around and blaze shit Dancing on the moon As soon as I walk out my space ship I make this Music for myself So fuck the fakeness Either you gon' feel it Cause you're real or you're gon' hate this And my statement is my movement I take it while you lose it Facilitating dreams in between being a student And the shepard Converted she put every single record And my good is always better than your best So fuck your efforts I'm a young gun Gunnin' for your spot motherfucker I'm the unsung, drumming at the top motherfucker 'til i die still I rise above the evils Out in California steady lighting up the cheesel Reminiscing chains on the veins in the people Tryna end the pain in a world full of needles Temptation runs deep when the truth acts feeble And these beats are my canvas and my mind is the easel motherfucker Hook: Russ This can't be real this feeling that i feel, yeah But don't you want it don't you wanna have it Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it But i'm just me so how did i get this far yeah But don't i want it don't i wanna have it Hanging in my face now i finally got to grab it Verse 2: Russ Flight light, brights lights on the runway Rap dream, cash fiend Life on the one way I sneak around with the devil every sunday Wrestle in the sheets as the beats freak to fungswae We let the sun raise Energize the power Pass a couple blunts then we fuck inside the shower 'til it's time to go I left my mind at home I swear the world is always dressed up in designer clothes But i'ma be a billionaire Yeah you can quote that I'm about to blow off my lines call it coke-rap I make the best beats, but everybody knows that And I find my way without directions or a road map So tell me where the hoes at I feel like acting reckless I��m feeding dick to Tiffany, her man is eating breakfast We floatin' in that deep blues See if something precious And she's trying on her necklace made of diamonds and resentment God damn... Hook: Russ This can't be real this feeling that i feel, yeah But don't you want it don't you wanna have it Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it But i'm just me so how did i get this far yeah But don't i want it don't i wanna have it Hanging in my face now i finally got to grab it Verse 3: Russ Yeah, okay my name stayed the same But these girls can't refrain From changing the way they call it I'ma walk it like I talk it 'til the show's over I'm a fucking alcoholic 'til the shows is over And then I'm leavin' in a bucket But i push it like a Benz Cause I'm breathing so let's fuck it 'til i get some mo ins I'ma make a couple hits Then i hit the dealership Black car, yellow seats Ridin' like a Steeler bitch I feel the itch to renovate my life Separate the past with the glass full of life I might be living wrong But it feels so right I'm a ticking time bomb And i'm blowing up tonight Cause trust me, I've been patient 6 years in the making Beats everyday since 9th grade in the basement Got me jaded to my own shit So I'm just faded tryin' to own shit Groupies needed two of me But i don't have a clone, bitch Hook x3: Russ This can't be real this feeling that i feel, yeah But don't you want it don't you wanna have it Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it But i'm just me so how did i get this far yeah But don't i want it don't i wanna have it Hanging in my face now i finally got to grab it