Russ – Salute Lyrics

Russ Salute Lyrics (feat. Styles P & Westside Gunn)

The sun is beamin’ down, I’m wrapped up in the light
May never be fulfilled ’cause with the meal comes the appetite
Vanna White, I make a fortune, y’all just tappin’ on a screen
She askin’ me if I’m a player, boutta draft her on the team
I gathered steam from my shattered dreams and let it propel me
I got the juice like Martinelli, my success has been stealthy
Under the radar, stay out the graveyard, my mama prays hard
I was in Brazil and women treated me like Neymar
Rockstar, Sammy Hagar, good neighbor like State Farm
So people go to war for me like Braveheart
I told the pilot keep the plane parked, we out celebrating
My shows are spiritual, you’d think the crowd’s levitating
I’m still accelerating, this ain’t my top speed
I feel like the one, I can’t be worried ’bout top threes
You swimming in calm seas, good luck when it gets rough
I swam through the storm, so now the waves don’t affect much
They mad I stay blessed up, they’d rather me messed up
They tryna stop my movement but it’s you who’s gon’ get stuck
I stay in tune, they be chasin’ news
Pumpin’ poison to the people, I remain immune
Homies carry sticks like they playin’ pool, they play it cool, you’d never know
You get it all once you let it go
You better grow and flourish, keep your soul nourished
Gotta watch your words around the media, they always got their phones out, tell ’em no tourists
I told my mama, “Go purchase anything you desire”
Another million dollar wire in the midst of the fire
The sharpest steel gets made and I’m immersed in the flames
People cursing my name
The person that I became is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain
But I ain’t gon’ lie to you, man, at first it was strange
I yearned for the rain, something to reverse and restore
Till I embraced it and flipped it, now it can’t hurt me no more, still

I’m undisputed, you cannot rebuke it
Look how they saluting me
Whether it’s this side or whether it’s that side
Look how they saluting me

Ayo, my heart’s chrome, I dropped a .9 on my i-stove
Made it a half a gram, sure can’t decide though (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Gave papi a half to get me goin’
Palm Angels was fallin’ out the sky, one said, “Peace Allah”
Ronnie Fieg up the leg, the Johnny Dang’s lookin’ like Winnipeg
Cocaine pots were misbehavin’ like a ceilin’ fan
Spilling Vueve-y, let’s make a movie, bitch
Go to JJ’s, get a two piece, I’m tryna do me
Touch the two-seater, you never seen one
Just bought a new house, new whip and a machine gun (Grrt)
Never live life of a fiend, son
I played ball, I could’ve went D1
Until I sold D1, each one teach one
Sittin’ in a cell like n**** gon’ be somethin’
We doin’ walk-ups, no drive-by today (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Eddie V’s, jumbo shrimp and filet
Catch a n**** for his jewels on his worst of days
N***** came back with some big shit, that shit spray
“Ayo, West, why you neck look like that?”
Corduroy toys peekin’ out the left wing, we bling joy
What’s the math on the ballets? It’s miraculous
Seventeen karats on my ears, what’s gold, it’s just embarrassin’

I’m undisputed, you cannot rebuke it
Look how they saluting me
Whether it’s this side or whether it’s that side
Look how they saluting me

Yeah, kickin’ on the mic’, Mr. Wicked on the mic
It’s a undisputed fact, I ain’t slipped on the ice
I can be in a snowstorm and feel hot
Yeah, I’m healthy but I’m the sickest in the site
Blicker and a knife, and some Nikes, and some weed I can light
Flowin’ with Russ, beat came from 9th
Told ’em I’m the tenth wonder maybe the first
I could kill ’em with a thought or maybe a verse
Got the handgun, homie, but it ain’t in a purse
Not a man bag, thought your man had your back
Then he saw me split up your front, have the last, ha
Me, I’m in LAX
Just ran through New York like L.A. next
M-I-A after that
Cross me then it’s M.I.A after that
No Ghostbuster, not even with a plasma gat
This is a code red, I am a old head
Get popped by a skinny chick who ridin’ the moped
Locked with no dreads
You n***** seen the dread when I’m near
Ask stick-up-kid, gave you thoroughbred and I did
Lines, you know I got a brain for war
But I’m cool now ’cause I got a chain of stores
Yeah, and we movin’ health in the hood
You salute or you gon’ need help in your hood, it’s ghost

I’m undisputed, you cannot rebuke it
Look how they saluting me
Whether it’s this side or whether it’s that side
Look how they saluting me