[Intro]
Yeah, I feel like I'm the only one
Feel like I'm the only one (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Y'all gon' have to do better, I can't believe what I'm seein'
All this bullshit goin' on, the industry is deceivin'
All the masses pitchin' rappers as these independent grinds
Meanwhile, there's been a label right behind 'em the whole time
Fake shit, call it out, you were plugged before your first song
I was puttin' in work, you were gettin' worked on
Your fans are fickle 'cause your come-up is a mystery
My fans gon' stick with me 'cause me and them got history
Longer than two songs, you don't know how to build
You tried to start at the roof, ah, you won't be here for too long
I don't fuck with crews unless you're the one who put the crew on
The rest of y'all got buzz because he put you on a few songs
Ooh, uh, did that strike a nerve?
If the shoe fits, then wear it
Either way, I know the truth, I'ma share it
See, these rappers sign deals, labels know what they're doin'
They tell the rapper, "Don't announce it so the people keep rootin'"

[Chorus]
Try to keep me on the hush, but I do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut, I'll expose you
You ain't really seen shit, just wait 'til I'm on
Then it's on, got a lot I gotta show you
Why you gotta lie? Yeah
I'll bring it to the light, yeah
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm comin' through exposin' fake shit, God can't save you
You're a boss? You got a boss and that boss rapes you
Barely pays you, but you cool with it
You're a soldier unaware that you're a lieutenant
I got a gripe with the media, all of y'all are wannabes
Producers and rappers down for sodomy
Dick taking 'cause the industry tells you to
It's fucked up, I had a standard that I held you to
I'll name names if you provoke me, so shut your fuckin' mouth
My platform is way bigger than the ones that turned me down
Bunch of grown men and women
Talkin' 'bout grown men and women for a livin'
Man, you gotta be kiddin'
Call me bitter, call me jealous, call me this, call me that
This is ten years grindin', what the fuck you call that?
Made the beats, wrote the songs, sang the hooks, and I mixed it
Everybody's got a switch and y'all just flipped it

[Chorus]
Try to keep me on the hush, but I do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut, I'll expose you
You ain't really seen shit, just wait 'til I'm on
Then it's on, got a lot I gotta show you
Why you gotta lie? Yeah
I'll bring it to the light, yeah
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time, yeah
[Verse 3]
You're an industry artist, I'm an artist in the industry
Me, myself, and I, that's the holy fuckin' trinity
I partnered with Columbia, "partnered" is the keyword
We split the profits fifty-fifty, better do your research
Came in with my own fan base
Sold out tours around the world before the handshakes
You see, I play the game well, you let the game play you
You don't know your own power, you think the label saved you
Now subconsciously, you owe them, you're submissive with your actions
Then you flop, flop, flop, and you wonder what happened
Couple things, you dropped one song and signed a deal
You have less than ten songs out, you're not real
So the song became bigger than the artist
People know the song, but they don't know the artist
Not enough songs to become their favorite artist
Not enough songs to be a headline artist
I could do a week-long set if I performed my whole catalogue
Every single song, the crowds sing and rap along
Fuck a summer, I'm a decade rapper
You're here now, I'll be here a decade after
I put out eleven albums produced by Russ
Mixed, mastered, engineered, written by Russ
I put out eleven albums produced by Russ
Mixed, mastered, engineered, written by Russ, come on
[Chorus]
Try to keep me on the hush, but I do not give a fuck
This is Russ uncut, I'll expose you
You ain't really seen shit, just wait 'til I'm on
Then it's on, got a lot I gotta show you
Why you gotta lie? Yeah
I'll bring it to the light, yeah
Gotta expose fake shit
I put in too much time, yeah