Russ
Please Stop Playing With Me*
Lyrics from Snippet
[Intro]
Yeah (Na-na-na)
Let's switch it up
Yeah, yeah
A lot of y'all-
Still here
Yeah (Yeah)
[Verse]
Big boss I talk shop with the bosses
Cutting out the middle and I'm boosting my profits
Spreading my seeds, everything will blossom
I don't give a fuck what they write in the columns
Two new whips that I drive real fast
Few new plaques and I write all that
Y'all talk shit, and I recycle that
Spotify, Apple, and Tidal cash
Drop top, and let everything go
Stay in your lane, let traffic flow
Life is looking like a magic show
Manifestin' the irrational
I'm a natural at my lifestyle, I don't go outside, I just cook
I got demons on my menu, I don't order shit, I just look
Get out my way, get out of my face
Get out my house, get out my space
You could be wrong, karma awaits
If you're runnin from God, you'll never escape
I made mistakes, I'm not exempt
I keep the faith, then I repent
Then I move on to whatever that's next
Can't let it fuck me all up in the head
'Cause I got a family I gotta take care of (For real)
And problems that y'all aren't aware of (Yeah)
My dad is still feelin' embarrassed (Damn)
My momma's still done with the marriage
Let me live peacefully
I might get rid of my phone so that nobody reaches me
Recently, that's what I really been on, I been workin' in secrecy
Frequently, I been dealin' with women who end up not wantin' to speak to me
'Cause they want more than a piece of me
But I don't give all of me easily
I got some thoughts on the game (Damn)
All of y'all soundin' the same (Facts)
It's written all over your face (Yeah)
Most of y'all owe Lil' Wayne
Damn, what a shame, y'all should play homage (Yeah)
To people when they're still alive (Yeah)
How come the biggest moment of an artist's career is when one of them dies?
Shit is fucked up, people are poison (Yeah)
That's why I just stay in my house
Y'all move to LA, lose yourself every day
That's why I just stay in the South
And my mom is a minute away (Yeah)
I'm over there most of the day (Yeah)
There's groupies, I got your address (Damn)
And your mama don't know where you stay (Yeah)
Shit is insane, shit is so backwards (Yeah)
Stop lookin' up to these rappers
Real gangsters stay off camera, I don't move around with no actors