Russ - I’m Here lyrics

[Intro] I’m here [Verse] Yeah, the cash came I ain’t trippin’ on a past flame Even if they were dimes, yo how many 10’s what my last name Is this the rap game or high school politics? Boss could be on Maury ’cause they got a little poppin’ Before I show up, that’s when the deposit hits You only want me now, that’s what I have problems with Five-star sweets, Trojan wrappers on the floor That’s the aesthetic when you getting half a mil’ on tour Now I’m back for six weeks, plus I should receive my plaques soon sh**ting on the game, I’d probably hang it in my bathroom Last June I was broke, this June I made a hundred Before and after, didn’t change me, though I stayed a hundred Show me someone else who’s doing what I’m doing Singing, rapping, mix and mastering, engineer, and producer That’s every song with no exception, plus the catalog longer than a lot of veterans Mention me amongst myself ’cause I’m the first of my kind You living Semi-Charmed Life, cause your third eyes blind I’m a shepherd, not a sheep, but I heard it’s my time Was in the shadows for so long, I deserve all my shine Got some women you would love to f**, left her on read Got some homies ’bout that arm leg, leg, arm, head I should call it a night, too many women can be dangerous You let ’em behind the scenes, all of a sudden they start framing us I make enough to alter her perception of me The older you get, the more expensive lessons will be Gotta tighten up, move a little bit more militant Coming down your block, looking like we copped the whole dealership Penthouse suites, but couldn’t tell you what city Same ones who stayed down with me gon’ be up with me See that’s the code you uphold when you know what it took to really grow into the star you all know so When Bugus touch down, I got the Bentley waiting for him In L.A., the next time I’d probably play the forum But for now, catch me selling out the Novo No debut, no openers, I’m solo You’re trapped in the club ’cause you can’t sell tickets Your album flopped and you went ahead and fell with it But f** y’all, I’m a business man I’m smoking caviar off cones in my sprinter van On the phone with my lawyers talking about eight digits, yeah Just to be safe, even my safes got a safe in it False accusations, think I’m done with the groupies ‘Cause one bad scene can f** up the whole movie, so f** these hoes, man I’m out the game Plus they jump around quicker than House of Payne Break the bank for the family, take everyone to Waikiki My homies up big in Africa, knock you out in dashikis To my family, I’m Russell, to these women habibi Ex’s know they played themselves when they see me on TV Big money offends, small minds too bad I give my girls a new life, you give your girls a new bag Doing interviews with Forbes ’cause the come ups amazing I got a new fetish for j**elry and expensive vacations I got the industry shook Like “how’s he’s popping like this? I don’t know him, but he’s still got 60K on his wrist” Now I can’t go to the mall, ’cause I’ll probably get mauled And I lie, I wasn’t busy I’m just ignoring your call ‘Cause maybe I feel like you don’t really deserve a response ‘Cause you were curving me crazy when I was trying to get on Now I’m fresh up in the game, and I already went gold ‘Cause I gave them what they want now they losing control Had to do it myself, pull the trigger on my dreams Always knew that this what happen, manifested everything Now they gon’ write about me Like they were right about me Some people looking like they wanna snatch the white up out me That’s new to me, forgive me for being jaded to my race, but I been color blind That wasn’t just a mixtape [Outro] Yeah, one of eleven, I put out eleven Produced, mixed, mastered, and engineered, written by me Yeah, this just the beginning though Yeah, debut sh**