Nothin New

(album: Chomp 2 - 2021)

[Russ:]
Writing raps and watching camera feeds, pistol for my sanity
Lying, saying, "I'm doing fine", gotta keep the fam at ease
God be having plans for me, I let them reveal themselves
My music is medicine for people tryna heal themselves, feel themselves
I think my confidence be pissing a few of you off
But what you hate in me is missing in you, and you soft
I be biting, I be chipping the tooth, while you bark
I'm everything that you be wishing was you, but you not
Y'all in a deep sleep, the game ain't what it seems, peep
They muddy the waters just to try to make it seem deep
Made eight million dollars plus two hundred grand in three weeks
Supermodel suck me clean, I love my little neat freaks
Everyone on my team eats
I employ my comrades, no one's looking at job ads
Not only have I seen the whole world but we all have, my mom has too
I got a house with a gate and my mom has two (That's a fact)
I'm the truth, CEO and all my companies succeeded
Hustling until there is no introduction needed
Hit the blunt, I'm weeded, fifth of rum this evening
The jig is up, y'all sitting up, I'm interrupting sleeping
Ain't no money in the music, that's what the industry says
Made twenty million independent, dawg, the industry's dead
I'm a brand owner, land owner, making money, hand over fits
Never hand over this, are you stupid? Ha

I've been tryna keep my cool (Cool), but people keep provoking me
I've been on the move (Move), you cannot get close to me
Doing what I do (Do), step out and they know it's me
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talking 'bout shit)
Y'all ain't saying shit, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothing
I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button
I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be something
'Cause I'm the truth, yeah, this nothing new, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

[The Game:]
I thought I heard a non-platinum going niggas say something
Heard your album last night, at best it was aight
Got some hoes coming over, ain't shit we can play from it
Every other song, you get a Draco and spray something
Raised off Hov and Nas, keep them niggas away from us
Hear the drums on this bitch and think Dr. Dre coming
He not, it's the one man D-Block
In some classic Rebooks, off three shots, feeling like 3 'Pacs
I fucked more models than Puff off Ciroc than he did
Ask Drake what I did at his crib Labor Day weekend
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, still waving this red flag
The man behind Demi Lovato success after rehab
Couple lawsuits, the blocks ain't lost what we had
I'm like Louis Vuitton stitching, bitch, I get to the bag
Underdog 'til the death of me, the Chronic seed, the sesame
It's sound classic 'cause I got old Andre Young recipes
Murdering beats is like sex to me
Fucking the track is like Yung Miami laying next to me
Room dark as Kodak Black when I'm off this ecstasy
That ass getting Nipsey slapped if that pussy testing me
So come test me, yuh body flow pon' the river, nigga
Bigger than the lips on '96 Jigga
And don't try to twist my words like rolling herbs
You drove past my truck, Reasonable Doubt is what your heard, nerds
I see nothing but see Urkels in your circle
Diss and I'ma hurt you, pull it and I'ma murk you
Your bitch see the top of my star, I'm popping her too
Your GoFundMe only did half, she in your hearse too
Open that casket, give that bastard the church view
He died with your bitch, yeah, that's what call the bird flu
Your momma crying, thinking 'bout the day you lost your first tooth
All she need is time, I told her, "Patience is a virtue"

[Russ:]
I've been tryna keep my cool (Cool), but people keep provoking me
I've been on the move (Move), you cannot get close to me
Doing what I do (Do), step out and they know it's me
What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Y'all ain't talking 'bout shit)
Y'all ain't saying shit, y'all ain't talking 'bout nothing
I bought a car for everybody, they all came with a button
I showed the world that you don't have to sell your soul to be something
'Cause I'm the truth, yeah, this nothing new, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

[The Game & Daryl Hall:]
Hey, Russ
You thought you was gon' body me on your own shit?
Haha, hell nah, you already know
But I can't go for that, no, no can do
I can't go for that, no, no can do
I can't go for that, no, no can do
I can't go for that, can't go for that
Can't go for that, can't go for that
I can go for being twice as nice