(Oooh oohh, woahhh, oohh, woahh)
Yeah

[Intro]
Lost it all, but got it all back
Saw my life floating off track
So many crazy thoughts in my past
And how I had to get to that bag
I was pushed down, they just tried to limit me
This a big man’s game, this ain't little league
Money, bitches, and [?they boyfriends ain't the enemy]
‘Cause either way, me and mines gon do shit differently

[Hook]
They brought me down, down, down, down
Asking momma what now, now, now, now, now?

[Verse 1]
I spent nights in my bed, empty stomach and soul
That's why I hate you got the nerve to be asking why I be so cold
I spent years watching life unfold
And spent seconds seeing everything I worked for fail and got told
That I wasn’t shit, bag it and hustle it
Seeing my bank account go to zero, throw my phone and yell “Fuck this shit!”
Parents tried to make ends meet, tryna survive
Being broke was a big part of my life
You know this shit is for my dope dealers
Fo’ realer
I gotta preach
This the shit that all them schools don’t teach
Putting time into the thing you really love when people outta they seats
Just to hear you use your freedom of speech
Bitch read it and weep
Use to not afford kicks at the mall
And have my mom buy me shit on clearance
Then I’d see these other kids with new Jordans, all them kids had it all
They were way more fortunate, and I would always just fear them
‘Cause of my awkward appearance
Or the fact that I was short
Or the fact that I always blew it in sports
Or the fact that I could never go to school ‘cause that ain't what I’m meant for
I knew I’d end up as a star, and now its taking its course
I embedded my soul into this music I make
Tatted crazy shit up onto my face
I don’t care this is useless, this a verse tell em all not to wait
Do whatever you fucking want with your day
My real father ain't want me, he was out on his way
The girl I love don’t want me, she be playing them games
All them haters don’t like me, and I don’t care what they say
‘Cause I’ll be laughing to the bank, knowing this is what they made
Motherfucker, its Russell!
(This is where the credits roll, alright)
Oh! Oh Na naa
(Richvale!)
Ooh ohh
(And we gon really keep em coming, ladies and gentlemen, K-Beatz!)
[Hook]
I’d be nothing without you
I’d be nothing without you, yeah
So love me love me while I’m here, yeah
I’d be nothing without you
I’d be nothing without you, yeah
So love me, love me while I’m here, yeah
(Russell!)
(Momma so proud of you, love you)

[Outro: Rose Llantino and unknown interviewer]
“Did he think about Russell?”
“Um, I don’t think so. He doesn’t even know Russell’s full name, Russell’s real name. But in fact, Russell’s real name is just after him, because Russell’s real name is Gilbert Russell. He was named after the father, and the father can’t even remember that.”