Russ – Nothin New Lyrics

Russ Nothin New Lyrics (feat. The Game)

Writing raps and watching camera feeds
Pistol for my sanity
Lie and say 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 missing in you
And you soft
I be biting, I be chipping a 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 muddied the waters just to try to make it seem deep
Made 8 million dollars plus 200 grand in 3 weeks
Supermodels suck me clean, I love my little neat freaks
Everyone on my team eats
I employed 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
Hustling until there is no introduction needed
Hit the blunt, I’m weeded
Fifth of rum this evening
The jig is up y’all sittin’ up, I’m interrupting sleeping
Ain’t no money in music, that’s what the industry says
Made 20 million independent, dawg, the industry’s dead
I’m a brand owner, land owner
Making money hand over fist, never hand over this
Are you stupid?

I been tryna keep my cool, but people keep provoking me
I been on the move
You cannot get close to me
Doin’ what I do
Step out and they know it’s me
What you wanna do?
What what you wanna do?

(Y’all ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit)
Y’all ain’t sayin’ shit, y’all ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’
I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button
I showed the world that you don’t have to sell your soul to be somethin’
Bitch, I’m the truth, yeah
This ain’t nothin’ new, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I thought I heard a non-platinum-going n**** say somethin’
Heard ya album last night, at best it was a’ight
Got some hoes comin’ over, ain’t shit we can play from it
Every other song, you get a Drake goin’, “Spray somethin'”
Raised off Hov and Nas, keep them n***** away from us
Hear the drums on this bitch and think Dr. Dre comin’
He not, it’s the one man D-Block in some classic Reeboks
Off three shots, feelin’ like three ‘Pacs
I fucked more models than Puff off Ciroc than he did
Ask Drake what I did to his crib Labor Day weekend
I been shot, I been stabbed, still wavin’ this red flag
The man behind Demi Lovato’s success after rehab
Couple lawsuits, the blogs say he lost what he had
I’m like Louis Vuitton stitching, bitch, I’ll get to the bag
Underdog till the death of me, the chronic seed, the sesame
It sound classic ’cause I got on Andre Young’s recipes

Murderin’ beats is like sex to me
Fuckin’ the track, it’s like Yung Miami layin’ next to me
Room dark as Kodak Black when I’m off this ecstasy
The ass gettin’ Nipsey slapped if that pussy testin’ me
So come test me, ya body float ‘pon the river, n****
Bigger than the lips of ’96 Jigga’s
And don’t try to twist my words like rollin’ herbs
You drove past my truck, reasonable doubt is what you heard, nerds
I see nothin’ but Steve Erkels in your circle
Diss, and I’ma hurt you
Pull it, and I’ma merk you
Your bitch see the top of my skull, I’m poppin’ her, too
Your GoFundMe only did half, she in ya hearse, too
Open the casket, give that bastard a church view
You died wit’ ya bitch, yeah, that’s what we call the bird flu
Yo’ mama cryin’, thinkin’ ’bout the day you lost ya first tooth
All she need is time, I told her patience is a virtue

I been tryna keep my cool, but people keep provoking me
I been on the move
You cannot get close to me
Doin’ what I do
Step out and they know it’s me
What you wanna do?
What what you wanna do?

(Y’all ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit)
Y’all ain’t sayin’ shit, y’all ain’t talkin’ bout nothin’
I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button
I showed the world that you don’t have to sell your soul to be somethin’
Bitch, I’m the truth, yeah
This ain’t nothin’ new, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah