Russ - Yung Pacino lyrics

Yung Pacino, trying to get deniro Ride off in the sunset, let em flock like seagulls It was nonstop weed smoke, till I stopped and got Cleco It's Russ, and any artist till I blow is a placebo You know when I touch down smoke a Philly like an eagle And getting so high off my sh** like you sniffed the whole kilo Dare the devil to f** with me, it sounds evil But what's a gamble when you own the whole goddamn casino? I'm talkin' bout life, roll the dice and hit the jackpot Harvest on my field of dreams, thoughts on my cash crops Only f** with will-dos, I don't f** with have-nots Making sure my wills move up until the last stop Chicas in front of me, Italy in my backdrop sh**'s so pretty make me wanna take a snapshot I'm going out in a gla** coffin so you could look in... And see what's up [Chorus:] Here I come I hope your ready Because I am coming through And when I'm dead, you won't forget me Consider I'm closing in on you