Russ - Nothin New lyrics

[Verse 1: Russ] Writin' raps and watchin' camera feeds, pistol for my sanity Lyin', sayin', "I'm doin' fine", gotta keep the fam at ease God be havin' plans for me, I let them reveal themselves My music is medicine for people tryna heal themselves, feel themselves I think my confidence be pissin' a few of you off But what you hate in me is missin' in you, and you soft I be bitin', I be chippin' the tooth, while you bark I'm everything that you be wishin' was you, but you not Y'all in a deep sleep, the game ain't what it seems, peep They muddy the waters just to try to make it seem deep Made eight million dollars plus two hundred grand in three weeks Supermodel su*k me clean, I love my little neat freaks Everyone on my team eats I employ my comrades, no one's lookin' at job ads Not only have I seen the whole world but we all have, my mom has too I got a house with a gate and my mom has two (That's a fact) I'm the truth, CEO and all my companies succeeded Hustlin' until there is no introduction needed Hit the blunt, I'm weeded, fifth of rum this evenin' The jig is up, y'all sittin' up, I'm interruptin' sleepin' Ain’t no money in the music, that's what the industry says Made twenty million independent, dawg, the industry's dead I'm a brand owner, land owner, makin' money, hand over fits Never hand over this, are you stupid? Ha [Chorus: Russ] I've been tryna keep my cool (Cool), but people keep provokin' me I've been on the move (Move), you cannot get close to me Doin' what I do (Do), step out and they know it's me What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talking 'bout sh*t) Y'all ain't sayin' sh*t, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothin' I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a bu*ton I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be somethin' 'Cause I'm the truth, yeah, this nothin' new, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah [Verse 2: The Game] I thought I heard a non-platinum goin' ni**as say somethin' Heard your album last night, at best it was aight Got some hoes comin' over, ain't sh*t we can play from it Every other song, you get a Draco and spray somethin' Raised off Hov and Nas, keep them ni**as away from us Hear the drums on this b*tch and think Dr. Dre comin' He not, it's the one man D-Block In some classic Rebooks, off three shots, feelin' like 3 'Pacs I fu*ked more models than Puff off Ciroc than he did Ask Drake what I did at his crib Labor Day weekend I've been shot, I've been stabbed, still wavin' this red flag The man behind Demi Lovato success after rehab Couple lawsuits, the blocks ain't lost what we had I'm like Louis Vuitton stitchin', b*tch, I get to the bag Underdog 'til the death of me, the Chronic seed, the sesame It's sound classic 'cause I got old Andre Young recipes Murderin' beats is like sex to me fu*kin' the track is like Yung Miami layin' next to me Room dark as Kodak Black when I'm off this ecstasy That ass gettin' Nipsey slapped if that pussy testin' me So come test me, yuh body flow pon' the river, ni**a Bigger than the lips on '96 Jigga And don't try to twist my words like rollin' herbs You drove past my truck, Reasonable Doubt is what your heard, nerds I see nothin' but see Urkels in your circle Diss and I'ma hurt you, pull it and I'ma murk you Your b*tch see the top of my star, I'm poppin' her too Your GoFundMe only did half, she in your hearse too Open that casket, give that ba*tard the church view He died with your b*tch, yeah, that's what call the bird flu Your momma cryin', thinking 'bout the day you lost your first tooth All she need is time, I told her, "Patience is a virtue" [Chorus: Russ] I've been tryna keep my cool (Cool), but people keep provokin' me I've been on the move (Move), you cannot get close to me Doin' what I do (Do), step out and they know it's me What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talking 'bout sh*t) Y'all ain't sayin' sh*t, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothin' I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a bu*ton I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be somethin' 'Cause I'm the truth, yeah, this nothin' new, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah [Outro: The Game & Daryl Hall] Hey, Russ You thought you was gon' body me on your own sh*t? Haha, hell nah, you already know But I can't go for that, no, no can do I can't go for that, no, no can do I can't go for that, no, no can do I can't go for that, can't go for that Can't go for that, can't go for that I can go for being twice as nice