Paddington Freestyle Songtext
von Russ

I feel like I′m outrapping everyone, dawg
Haha!
Yeah, I do it, fuck y'all
C′mon

Everything sounding stale it's time to freshen up (for real)
Y'all got skill, but I can y′all not obsessed enough
I don′t flex enough, add to cart, spent 300K on art
My catalog's a money tree, tell Sotheby′s this just the start
I got too pure of a heart, that's why I′m good on y'all
I′m playin' 'til my hair is fallin′ out like watching Drew Gooden ball (ha!)
Zero to ninety in a flash, tore my calf
From runnin′ so many businesses, fuck it though, get the cash

I'm past the point where y′alls opinions hold weight (yeah)
Although I still be tryin' to fight back like I′m José (José)
My jewelers threw those yellow diamonds to my neck
That's a cold play
Inside of my universe, me and God like to role-play (uh-huh)


My whole career′s been a road game
The boos fucked me up but now my tolerance is so great (yeah)
.08, became my flow state, it's blissful (it is)
They not who they think they are, at best these dudes is wishful (ha)

Hits, I gotta list full, and I'm still addin′
Cops switchin′ up their words, speaking Pig Latin
I been rappin', y′all are late, they screamin', "We want Russ"
Keep my exes out my space, like I′m Elon Musk

My trajectories a rocket (come on)
Follow my heart in a game that only follow pockets (yeah)
They told me I should stop, I told 'em stop it
They were starin′ at the line, I went ahead and crossed it
So whatever meanin' that line might've had, it just lost it (talk to ′em)

I don′t do the deal if it don't feel right
I′ve turned down more money that you've made, this is real life
Y′all led 'em down the wrong path, I′m givin' people real light
My body might be Muggsy, but my spirit is Shaquille height

Do it like I'm Phil Knight, I′m business oriented (do it)
I′m 30 million past the part that said my story ended
Bitches hangin' onto nothin′, at this point they need a doctor (they do)
Bugus writin' movies on the jet, we winnin′ Oscars (yeah)


Sold out concerts (yeah), past six weeks I made six-million dollars (sheesh)
I'm a stand-up guy, you need to work on your posture (facts)
People tryin′ to breach the peace
The loudest boos always come from the cheapest seats

I reached my peak? No I didn't, you just hatin' (uh-huh)
My dreams are unfoldin′ as we speak, I′m just waitin' (yeah)
Elevatin′, I'm jet-lagged, wheatgrass for the brain fog (brain fog)
Swear the whole rap game makes the same song (same song)
People sellin′ out for money and a few clicks
Am I the only one who still cares about the music? (For real)
In this dirty ass game bein' a purist (uh-huh)
It really feels like bein′ a tourist

Although I think it finally looks like the circus is headed outta town
'Cause your fans grew up, no more parties with a clown
Co-workers tryin' to fuck (fuck), probably shouldn′t answer
′Cause you don't wanna shit where you sleep, like Amber Heard (haha)

Fuck parameters, I been scratchin′ the surface, need a manicure
My manager's in Morocco drinking tea with organic herbs
Put out Handsomer, went Top 40 (40)
For the first time, now I′m hearin' bizarre stories
That the labels probably started in pathetic attempt
To discourage independent artists, for real (for real)
I know that my success is really stressin′ y'all
'Cause more of me means less of y′all, I get it y′all