Russ (Prod. By Spider Loc)
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In God I trust, but I still keep something to bust with me
Trying to get rich like young Russ Whitney
I mean world wide
In God I trust, but I still keep something to bust with me
Trying to get rich like young Russ Whitney
I'll smash anything that's in my way
Shoot from LA to the MIA
You ain't know it, I rip ride nationwide
Get down with the Zoe Pound and Haitian pride
Real recognize real, I'm so unfaked
Make marks in this game, can't no one make
I'm down to take chances, don't no one take
Got talent, I swear, I just need one break
I'mma show em how to go from the bottom to the top
Sold keys, the homie still got em, but I'll stop
The jets is private, the plan is sure
The demand in these streets will get manicured
On my life, my love for the land is pure
And I'mma bang, that's one thing I can ensure
In God I trust, but I still keep something to bust with me
Trying to get rich like young Russ Whitney
God bless the child that hold his own
And have mercy on the one that hold they throne
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Rappers love to holler, but they don't make sense
Why lie? Me? I swear till I die
Cross my heart, put a needle in my eye
I'mma keep it trill for real
I feel that's the number one reason that I got my deal
And until I can splurge, fuck off a mil
I'm stingy, trying to see three bucks off the bill
Do dirt, but still know God is good
He kept a nigga safe through the hottest hood
Plus he own cattle on thousands of hills
Why can't his son spend ten thousand on wheels?
So full of sin, but can't stress the rules
I choose to send my daughters to the best of schools
I'm from the West Coast with them restless fools
I click with the Unit, now I'm less confused
In God I trust, but I still keep something to bust with me
Trying to get rich like young Russ Whitney