Stockholm Syndrome - Russ, KXNG Crooked

Yeah

After this I don’t even wanna talk to people, you feel me?

Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me just get right to it, yeah

Come on

This is bigger than a post with an irrelevant caption

This is organized knowledge and intelligent action

This is since '06

Tryna create legacy

Boss talks stocks real estate and equity

You fake pat beverlys

Always tryna shut down Russ

You foul stay the fuck from round us

Cause you can’t fuck with me

So you lie instead

You lazy you blacc chyna head

But I can’t give em clout that’s a courtesy bag

Can’t forget how bad I wanted what I currently have

Selective memory I’m blocking all the bad games out

Even tho I got more fuck ups than a halfway house

But since the masks came out

I’ve made M after M

You not a boss you get your percent after them

That’s rough

Money slowin up no more audience

The fashionnova ads and onlyfans made it obvious

I’m sorry but I’m not

My sentiment is

Is y’all stay throwin shots

So you gon get what you give

Fuck you

Back then right now and tomorrow

I’m high in Africa smokin Kilimanjaro

Imma young God but still I bleed

So I don’t post where I’m at until I leave

They killin black people like it’s nothin

Actually it’s past the point of killing this is hunting

Gotta do something

Gotta do my part

So I went and raised a half a million for the cause

Shoutout to the ones on the frontlines gettin they fight on

I’m talkin bout tamika

I’m talkin bout Mysonne

I’m keepin the lights on

For my whole damn family

So I don’t give a fuck if some hoes can’t stand me

I still want Grammys

Tell the chapters

Artists go broke cause they sell their masters

You a player I’m an owner so I’m richer than most

How you diss me in a song and you sittin in coach

The audacity

I’m getting tired of y’all

Keep it real

Deep down I’m inspiring y’all

The show biz says don’t plan real idiots

My goal is buy land build businesses

My lawyer and my manager are Ashkanazi

Building empires like Ghazi Shami

Skins real smooth but my wrist is rocky

I don’t want the pussy if you drink Dasani

Lookin in the mirror like I knew we’d make it

500, 000 for the boosie bracelet

Another 100, 000 for the MJ hoops

Success came true

Different colors I know you gonna remember these eyes

I could give a fuck less if an enemy dies

Fuck them

Fuck you

Hut one hut two

Set hike hand it off to myself run thru

All the obstacles

I’m always callin audibles

My come up is phenomenal

I feel like I’m responsible for artists tryna do it they own way

Move at they own pace

It’s you vs you dawg you runnin your own race

I’m locked in

After this I’m top 10

Dead or alive

You better decide

Which side of the fence you reside

Cause I don’t fuck with the back and forth

I make a bitch go get it like a Labrador

I’m a platinum plaque ambassador

Cause I don’t got one career dawg I mastered four

But I’m not done yet

The critical thought is

The industry is run by invisible bosses

Through the midst of the fog I can see what’s true

Only way to beat the game is don’t play it fuck you

Come on, man, we playin' a whole 'nother game, right Russ?

Ayo, I remember listenin' to your shit on SoundCloud

You in jets now

Tell these niggas how them clouds sounds, since they at it backwards, hahaha

One of the best to ever do it, on G-O-D

Twenty plus in the game, yellin', «C-O-B»

'Cause the industry is all about who dicks who

Who broomsticks who

With no vaseline, they just move shit through

Nigga, who is you?

They gon' screw him too

You came into this game to be a cool rich dude

Eatin' Ruth Chris food, buy your new bitch the new Shih Tzu

But the true issue, they gon' treat you like a Rubik’s Cube

Then they kickin' you out, quicker than jiu jitsu

Nigga, boo hoo-hoo

Ain’t nobody cryin' when all of a sudden your career doesn’t exist

Couple of hits, you don’t know, got you stuck in the ditch

Wonderin' if, you should end it all, cuttin' your wrists

Sick of diggin' in your pockets, touchin' nothin' but lint

Wonderin' where the fuck your publishin' went a 100% to the company

And now you livin' under a bench

Unless a nigga like Hov wanna come to a brother defense

Poor us, only the money can kill us

Jimmy Henchman, puttin' coke on the tour bus

The allure of gettin' rich is what lured us

Into that trap of bein' rappers slash trappers

If they clap us, the label is gettin' fat, 'cause

They assure us but ensured us that we would get a piece of the pie

Seem like we got the green light to die (Sure does)

I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo

Gettin' hit note

Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, 'til I was sick, yo

Hit the one up out the window

Didn’t know how to get home, when I did though

I would tip-toe to my crib 'fore I let the shit pour

To my bottle then it was Guantánamo

I would get low like a schizo', Skid Row

Drinkin' myself in the grave, depressed person

Now I don’t chase Henny, I chase the best version

Of myself, hoppin' in the CLS swervin'

Rims so big, look I’m in an Excursion

I’m hardworkin' and God workin'

Like a heart surgeon, my heart’s urgin'

I was good to contain now I’m Geordi La Forge

Slaveship to the spaceship, damn I’m LeVar Burton

Open the stargate and I meet you with ISIS

Wrote a letter to Suge sayin', «I'm still the nicest»

'Til it’s over, I’ll be grippin' the pistolas

Sippin' some crip cola, right where Killer Mike is

Leavin' the mic' lifeless that’s what’s killin' mics is

Hail to the lyricist, we’re gonna be from the Genesis

Your emphasis is money but you really just a dummy

The labels, the ventriloquists, here’s what the real advice is

Before the jewelry, get some real estate

Put some lawyer money up like you dealin' weight

Keep it a hunnid, G, whoever wanna eat

Tell 'em all, «Bring somethin' to the dinner plate"(Word)

Get your credit straight, nigga, meditate

Keep a shooter that’ll never ever hesitate (Boom, boom)

Remember this jewel in the future

Keep one step like Medusa, ahead of snakes