Racked Up Ru$$ell - Late Hour lyrics

[Verse 1 - Corny] This that banger b**h, we can k** the club Break down a Dutch then I spill the guts Break down the weed then I fill it up With that good sh** got me ill as f** So sick on the beat but I figured I'd be The sickest MC k** this sh** with such ease That they think I'm a beast and they damn right Wasn't dealt better cards I played my hand right See me now with that royal flush That boy'll just k** on command Still off a gram of that chill sh** In a town where the locals living off the land That's homegrown in my own zone Smoke that sh** f** the O-zone I'm tearing that sh** it's apparent that Chris Is going hard f** going home Love my home town but I'm grown now Out here living on my own now Off a zone and I'm zoned out One day they'll tell me that they're so proud Of my accomplishments my confidence Is through the roof and I'm on one Smoked a bunch of weed Sipped liquor and beer I'm gone son My mind gone but I'm on my game still High as f** no pain pill Insane till I make it in the game And I'm baking up a game of the loud Not a face in the crowd, see me pacing around I'm chasing it down like Jason I'm proud Of k**ing every beat know I'm taking it down And when the verse ends it'll be placed in the ground [Bridge - Corny] Studio late night, paper planes bouta take flight Faded off that Kush and Captain Morgan, what a great night Captivate my audience and aggravate those who hate like That ain't right, I'll decapitate y'all with a steak knife Till the daylight we spitting, big money getting If you hear the sh** then you know there's no forgetting Were nice on the beat and got bars like pharmacist Don't want beef don't run around starting it Saw the rap map and NOVAs not a part of it Rose up outta there, f**ed around and went and charted it Told me people follow me as I led em from the heart of it Saw the Red Sea hit up Russell and he parted it [Verse 2 - Racked Up Ru$$ell] Rap game Moses bouta part the Red Sea Don't try me you'll be a dead man Bloody like a Redman Making moves on the low fam can't reveal my Method Man Rollin headband in a red van Holding on the Crabtree like I'm Rich Sherman Hit my plug up on instagram Ship overnight that's instant grams Break em down send em out that's insta bandz It's burning yo fingers bro pa** me that sh** Don't ash it ya b**h I'm cashing bong rips Splitting a zip half in the stash other half in my a** Like a Rattata I scratch attack Lost in the trap like Matt's upper back Tryna get this change while remaining the same Smoke a few strains got engaged to mary jane You can't detain or retain I got green like Romaine Cigarello dutch behind my ear Red solo cup full of beer Big yellow bu*t backseater squeeze her then I eat her Let her roll up the reefer Smoking up the Earth break it down like Pangea [Bridge - Racked Up Ru$$ell] It's that verb slurring urban swerving bait lord Always herb burning serving purp on a skateboard I'm talking big bong ripping 40 ounce sippin Looking for the party full of b**hes with a keg in the back Let her hit it now she twisted and her heads in my lap It's a fact skulls will smash Cause I always drop the sack rap game Warren Sapp I got weed of all kinds And tequila with lime It's my time you can hear it in my lines