Letra de Utah Freestyle - Russ

Damn, this beat is crazy

Who made...? Oh, I did, haha

Let me just update

I've been balancin' my chakras in the mountains out in Utah

I know I'm the greatest, that's the energy I move off

I don't even gotta play the game like Luol

To still get paid more than you all

I might buy a new loft just to entertain hoes

I rarely fuck with white chicks, but shout out to the Wayans bros

Every woman's beautiful, I'm just givin' personal stats

A real boss, I fund it from my personal stash

I'ma touch a hundred million by thirty-five (No doubts)

And next year I'm goin' platinum like thirty times (Uh-huh)

And if my twenties told me anything (What?)

It's stay away from people who put money over everything

That's a liability, me and doubt severed the ties

I be talkin' to myself to get expert advice

Can't be stuck in the past and put my heart in a trance

When I stumble, I'm aware, that's just part of the dance

Prosperity, that's the clear visual, right?

Got my girl tapped into her spiritual side

I'm the G.O.A.T, I give people hope

I make people feel like they're rich when they're broke

I'm slittin' rappers' throats, kill 'em all, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)

If you don't show love 'til I'm dead you gettin' jumped, and

I'll be cheerin' them on from my casket (Ha)

Haven't seen a rapper who's talked shit that we gave a pass yet

Access, I still got the same as the major labels

They wait 'til you got a table, then they take the table

Through the speakers, I give life to the dreamers, so it's deeper

I don't got fans, I got believers

Put my face on t-shirt, I ain't even dead yet

Just made a hundred thousand, I ain't even leave my bed yet

Nothing went right, so I went left

To myself I said, "Yes," a B is in my head and my headrest

Women fall in love with me

Bosses know what’s up with me

You don't gotta fuck with me, I fuck with me

Luckily I'm free, regardless if they mass-hated

Unlike most of these rappers who economically are castrated

'Cause y'all don't own your music, y'all don't have a fuckin' voice

'Til a promoter hires y'all, y'all are unemployed

Livin' check to check, that could never be me

Like Hov said, "Own your own or you can never be free," stupid

The level up is what y'all currently watchin'

Y'all are regional, me, I've been currency swappin'

Y'all are seasonal, me, bitch, I'm currently poppin'

I got the power so you know at times the journey's exhaustin'

My bank account's a fat bastard

I'm a member of some gold and platinum plaques

I ain't lyin', Matt Stafford

The bag snatcher, last laugher, ass slapper

Pressed a couple whack rappers

This game is full of backstabbers, not back scratchers

When my back itched, I had to use the wall and bounce back after

Ridin' in the Ghost, ask Casper

Model givin' throat, she don't got a gag factor

The gas that I own could fill a whole grass pasture

My story isn't finished, this is not the last chapter

Your money's young, it's too short, dawg, you got a bad password

The devil's in disguise, can't use your eyes to unmask her

Gotta trust your gut, listen to your intuition

I'm the shit the game's missin', ya-dee, ya-dee

Y'all get it, ha

CHOMP 2 on the way, maybe I'll put this on there, I don't know

G.O.A.T (G.O.A.T)

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