Russ Distance Lyrics (feat. Conway the Machine & Ghostface Killah)

Ooh, y’all got me fucked up, ooh, y’all got me fucked up
For real
CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only

My name is tatted on titties and asses
‘Cause I gotta cult following like Indianapolis
My passion took me past the pessimists
Cash benefits
First class emirates
Impact megalith
Set in stone
When in Rome, I’ma do what Russ does
Got accustomed to skipping customs, what’s up?
Haters sayin fuck Russ, women tryna fuck Russ
Y’all streams ain’t really B’s I don’t trust buzz
I’m your dream girl’s screensaver
Kill the pussy, cremate her
You can’t believe it, yeah, I T-Pained ya
I live music, think big, yeah I see major
Cross the line, you in extreme danger
I ain’t playin’, peacemaker
My appearance makes me seem safer
Nah forreal though
I’ve accepted apologies that I’m still owed
Lotta perks since I popped no pills though
Ran up another mill ho

Gracefully
Things don’t fall apart, they fall in place for me
Gettin’ so much money I ain’t chasin’ it, it’s chasin’ me
It’s just one thing that’s got me trippin’ like Amerie
Treat me like I’m regular but fuck me like I’m famous please
Someone send a sedative
Pressure of bein’ president
Fuck it though, life is better rich
I don’t think I should question it
Rebel against the record biz is what I represent
‘Cause they gon’ give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence
Strange like Bellatrix
On the billboard charts and on the best seller list
Make their heads spin like an exorcist
I put the M’s before my ex like Mexican
Then I can invest in the law of least effort, it’s all about intelligence
Movin’ Mount Everest without ever sweatin’, it’s elegance
But struggle or success, which one are y’all choosin’?
‘Cause y’all hate me when I’m winnin’ but root for me when I’m losin’
It’s confusing

I went the distance without their assistance
Now they’re mad they missed on me
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they’re mad they missed on me
I went the distance without their assistance
Now they’re mad they missed on me
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they’re mad they missed on me

Look
I was the n**** that they counted out
Now I’m the n**** n***** countin’ on when they down and out
They so opiniated but can’t go in the stash and pull a thousand out
I let this water on my neck drown ’em out
I show love to n***** that I was never shown
Continuously I’m reppin’ home and I ain’t never home
Momma did drugs, grandfather needed Methadone
Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a stepping stone
Mind sick, ain’t no prescription that can help me
You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon’ tell me?
Thinkin’ all the shit I did, so some days I feel weak
Feelin’ like I’m Tony when talkin’ to doctor Melfi (Talk to ’em)
And bein’ woke the new trend, so the sales speak
Went to the protests just to get a selfie
To put it on your pages, post it for the likes
Yo, you a star, you supposed to give us light
Them n***** stream well but mostly over hype
Them numbers lookin’ funny when you hold ’em up closer to the light
Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right
I sold a brick of white
Smoked a n**** twice, you know I spit my life
And all my shit is nice, we ain’t the same, you never did nothing
Smack his phone out his hand, now n**** spit something
Joke about my face but your bitch love it
Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get to just love it
Machine

Yeah, yo, uh
Rollin’ through Vegas under blindin’ lights
You n***** run up on me like I’m Iron Mike
Sippin’ Macchiato, Starbucks, pinky ring
See the heat steamin’ out a large cup
Furry white hat
Under my wing is a yellow bag
Tiffany deuce deuces
We about our chicken, we ain’t worried ’bout your roosters
Every bitch, I get ’em like, “N****, that’s my new shit”, no cap
Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow
We up in chase, stowing numbers like custom model
With just a Vibro, then escape the Cabo, town
Got a hunnid square, spendin’ like new Seratos
Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders
Death to the perpetrators, left with a dick inside ’em
Fake love n***** give opinions with a complex
Thinkin’ they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs
Destitute, that’s what I saw before the decimals
Now I’m in a place where n***** fight to stand next to you
My soul can’t be sold or stole
Peace be upon the prophet Mohammed, I embrace what he told
They say I couldn’t do what I done it and got to it
So much money and I ain’t even Jewish
Meet the team say we stay jumpin’ out the newest
We proud and everything, don’t give a fuck who your boo is
Sing the hook