"Russian Roulette" lyrics
Know my grandma happy finally got my shit together
Told bro, "We'll take the town if we just stick together"
Every time bro catch a bid, we do that shit together
I know he got two phones but I still sent the letter
'Cause I know how that feel
Don't compare me to no other rapper
I feel like my shit real
Fronting bows and fucking niggas' hoes before I got a deal
It's love fasho but you done broke the code, I don't know how to feel
And I ain't told nobody "No" for real since I got a mil'
I'm tied in
Another bloody summer in Atlanta, done lost five friends
Mama told me that water was cold, I still had dived in
Never let a nigga take me out, it's beef, we dine in
My dog done lost his mind, I pray to God to help him find it
I was in a dark spot but I came back and I broke the knob
Remixing my county boy for a profit, now a nigga run the charts
I don't need yo' comment, nah
This the shit that I live for
At least five niggas that would kill for me
A hundred racks for my kid lawyer, it ain't my fault she don't got morals
I got rich off my life story, I left the streets in a patty wagon
I came back and got right to it
Never question my loyalty, if it's that deep, then don't do it
Seem to go my hardest when I'm going through it
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutching that
Know I'm wrong, out here fucking playing Russian roulette
All my life I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a fuck 'bout no awards and shit
I still ain't dropped my hardest shit
I'm tryna get on some artist shit
My mind still in the apartments
My accountant say I need to slow it down
All these Dior garments
Close my eyes and think about where I come from when I'm performing
I'm on top of every dime, I check my balance every morning
I'm relaxing with a bad one, they be asking can they join us?
And my left wrist on Crip, nigga, these bracelets sixty pointers
And the Maybachs back-to-back, on the south side, it was me and Wunna
I'm putting on for my people 'nem, say the wrong words, we deleting him
No doubt about it, they believe in him, I won't let 'em down, I promise
I really cried when Marlo died, I felt it all in my stomach
On the same shit that I been on, I ain't never switching my formula
I remember they made fun of me, can't beef with nobody under me
These lil' niggas should honor me, I'm way up on them, honestly
Four buildings in the last month, I'm boosting up my economy
Four million, that was this week, but which one of y'all wanna come for me?
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutching that
Know I'm wrong, out here fucking playing Russian roulette
All my life I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a fuck 'bout no awards and shit
Told bro, "We'll take the town if we just stick together"
Every time bro catch a bid, we do that shit together
I know he got two phones but I still sent the letter
'Cause I know how that feel
Don't compare me to no other rapper
I feel like my shit real
Fronting bows and fucking niggas' hoes before I got a deal
It's love fasho but you done broke the code, I don't know how to feel
And I ain't told nobody "No" for real since I got a mil'
I'm tied in
Another bloody summer in Atlanta, done lost five friends
Mama told me that water was cold, I still had dived in
Never let a nigga take me out, it's beef, we dine in
My dog done lost his mind, I pray to God to help him find it
I was in a dark spot but I came back and I broke the knob
Remixing my county boy for a profit, now a nigga run the charts
I don't need yo' comment, nah
This the shit that I live for
At least five niggas that would kill for me
A hundred racks for my kid lawyer, it ain't my fault she don't got morals
I got rich off my life story, I left the streets in a patty wagon
I came back and got right to it
Never question my loyalty, if it's that deep, then don't do it
Seem to go my hardest when I'm going through it
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutching that
Know I'm wrong, out here fucking playing Russian roulette
All my life I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a fuck 'bout no awards and shit
I still ain't dropped my hardest shit
I'm tryna get on some artist shit
My mind still in the apartments
My accountant say I need to slow it down
All these Dior garments
Close my eyes and think about where I come from when I'm performing
I'm on top of every dime, I check my balance every morning
I'm relaxing with a bad one, they be asking can they join us?
And my left wrist on Crip, nigga, these bracelets sixty pointers
And the Maybachs back-to-back, on the south side, it was me and Wunna
I'm putting on for my people 'nem, say the wrong words, we deleting him
No doubt about it, they believe in him, I won't let 'em down, I promise
I really cried when Marlo died, I felt it all in my stomach
On the same shit that I been on, I ain't never switching my formula
I remember they made fun of me, can't beef with nobody under me
These lil' niggas should honor me, I'm way up on them, honestly
Four buildings in the last month, I'm boosting up my economy
Four million, that was this week, but which one of y'all wanna come for me?
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutching that
Know I'm wrong, out here fucking playing Russian roulette
All my life I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a fuck 'bout no awards and shit
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Sajeethan Sakthivel
