Russian Roulette Lyrics

What niggas don't know, and what my friends don't see
Is while the world keeps spinnin, there's a lense on me
So I sit & cry for size, and what the ends gon be
Maybe a domino effect, if you depend on me
Now the cool thing to call me in an asshole, is that so
Pill poppin in the strip club, with my hat low
Outta every battle I ain't lost yet
Say I'm misunderstood, I say my points just ain't come across yet
Prince, all I'm missin is the little red corvette
Feelin like a million, tho a nigga ain't in forbes yet
All that shit go with the fame
The industry is the wrong complexion, I'm trynna sammy sosa the game
Sharper than y'all without a day's rest
He don't mind being the pawn, well how the fuck you gon mind it when I play chess
No beef with Beans, not a beef with Fab
Just fags, that think I'm searching for a beef to grab
I'm talented, to reach for that
Take more than some tweets infact, to get em off the leesh, kapeesh
And the streets is so concerned about me & Somaya Reece
But they ain't got the whole puzzle, all they do is try to piece
Reality and world star, let's keep it in private please
Me and her gon end up, whatever we decide to be
Can you hear me, tired of niggas asking bout Tahiry
She can do what she want, long as she don't do it near me
Ya reading media take out
What I took out the media is, everything ain't what it appears to be
Leaking pictures of Fiff feeling on your ass
But if you seen it like me, you'll be feeling like an ass
So I'm thinkin [? ]s fool, while watching you act a fool
Seeming desperate for attention, baby take this as a jewel
Since we no longer
You and Koto get the same advice, neet to fire everybody in your corner
Niggas ain't worth my time, I won't respond to ya
Momma call, saying who you gon get to sponsor ya
Fans becoming less fond of ya
What they've concluded looking at me through a monitor, is that I should be monitored
Wait, let me apologize, if I'm alarming ya
Dreaming about nightmares, fell in love with my insomnia
Or is my presence to blame
I live in the future, laughin at ya, still waiting on the present to change
Say my life is like the Truman Show
But if niggas could careless, then what they tune in for
I give em all acess, while creating a new sound
And you bound to run in the hurtles, when you breaking new ground
Got jersey on my back, tho a few folk beg to differ
I do it all by myself, ain't got to beg a nigga
They like I'm better than son
And he a bad look for jers, but a bad look is better than none
You now dealing with a visionary
Dog your style doggystyle, I rather be on top, my favorite missionary
When wack niggas, that you say in they prime
Ain't seeing numbers, they dealin with renea devine [? ]
I thought I was unprepared, for the fame and all the beers
Then I went to see my grandma, and it all became clear
Cause she 90 years old, can't look, blink, stare
Like she waiting on death, [? ] the same chair
Yeah, listen, I'm outspoken, outcasted
When the odds was outrageous, a nigga outlasted
Look at what you makin a issue
Difference tween leavin the hood, and taking it with you
There's a difference tween from watching at home & sittin courtside
Difference is, I'm one up, and you thinking the scores tied
Ughhh, simple minded mothafucka
So if I'm air tied, is cause I'm minded mothafucka
Bar for bar, if you looking for a lil trauma
If I acknowledge your ass, nigga it's still a honor
A bad bitch at my side, cause a lil drama
Think she can pop up on me, cause she my lil mama
Say I ain't the best, that man don't know me
Never ran, never will, fuck dan [? ]
But I'm plannin my escape, once I get off tour
Just know it's gon be on my turf, not yours

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