Russ - Blue Hope lyrics

[Produced by Russ] [Intro] Yeah, this that sh** for your two seater when you got that bad b**h right beside you Kna' I'm sayin' It's DIEMON kna' I'm sayin' My n***a Russ kna' I'm sayin' He k**in' the beats kna' I'm sayin' The hooks, the verses, all that My n***a Dartlin My n***a Jalil n***a That n***a Bugus on their too kna' I'm sayin' Came through, held it down, ya kna' I'm sayin' Brought some L's too [Verse 1: Russ] Uh, ok it started back in high school Wasn't smoking weed Cause all my beats would get me high fool And it's the same now, the weed just elevates it Puts me in a spaceship Man this kush has got me faceless Anyways, I made a choice to find my pa**ion Voiced it into action I was poised but never pa**ive I went after it and then I mastered it But Imma' play until my name is in the Raptors b**h Cause I'm a prodigy You ought to be Astonished at my odyssey Made my own policy I don't need apologies I just need a pile of cheese So I can take a breather Yeah got this pile of weed I still my need some reefer So roll it up, roll it up Almost there, tok it up Stay away from hoes tryna hold you down to hold you up Yeah you get that? I said stay away from hoes tryna hold you down to hold you up [Hook x2: Russ] I don't wanna' let this feeling go The sky is the limit cause the ceilings low Imma' be a star that's real I know [Verse 2: Russ] I'm feeling like it's go time I'm nineteen it's show time I might scream If your lines Get my cream I'll go find a pipe dream Cause I don't really think you're f**ing with me I'm talking to the whole world you ain't f**ing with me So sit tight, make sure you got your grip right Hold on to your spot cause the flop flops this night It flips like Money in my hand you a dumby cause you can be I think it's funny get f**ed like a Plan B Cause if you can't see that Imma' be the greatest You need to press play on the whole DIEMON playlist Like damn, sit back and smoke a blunt I made 60 beats in the past 3 months So I don't give a f** I work hard to be co*ky You gonna' have to work twice as hard just to stop me But even at that, I'll be feeling myself Cause the money I make, yeah I did it myself b**h [Hook x2: Russ] I don't wanna' let this feeling go The sky is the limit cause the ceilings low Imma' be a star that's real I know [Verse 3: Russ] Uh, no matter what Imma' be rich forever So I might as well help a couple birds find a feather Then proceed to go Down the easy road Cause in the past I would pa** on my speaking roll But now I'm acting in my own play Racking up my own plays Laughing cause rapping like What happened to the old days But f** my old ways I'm sippin' on some gochay And watchin' haters from my cla** pack the whole place out It's gold plates now on the ride sh** Fly in the sky 'til you die from that high sh** And yeah I buy sh** for all the times I couldn't I'm young, rich and reckless so I'm doing what I shouldn't, b**h [Hook x2: Russ] I don't wanna' let this feeling go The sky is the limit cause the ceilings low Imma' be a star that's real I know [Outro x2: Russ] I don't wanna' let this feeling go The sky is the limit cause the ceilings low Imma' be a star that's real I know