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Russ – Sore Losers Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y’all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah

[Verse]
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that’s arena talk
You still on your Training Day, you Ethan Hawke
Rappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicks
Instead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minute
We are not side by side, ain’t no split-screen image
I’ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket
I’m just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with it
I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot
I got blitzkrieg critics
They ain’t wasting no time
But I ain’t wasting no money, so I pay ’em no mind
That’s a lie, I be snapping
That’s my fault, I’m adjusting to people spreading lies about me
Just hating and judging

For the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout
S–t’s been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth
Put my home in the South, 10K square feet
Name your favorite rappers now, let’s play “where’s he?”
Probably chasing a hit, probably lost in LA
Probably paying for likes, probably paying for plays
Probably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador
Business manager furious, like “What the f–k did you spend that for?”
F–k y’all though, I’ma keep on winning
I got angels all around me, y’all can keep on sinning
‘Cause ain’t no way y’all are f—–g up my light light
I spent two million just on taxes, something light light

In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don
Writing songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on
You gotta see it way before it happens, yes yes
I’ma be the greatest, I won’t settle for next best
Got your girl in her birthday suit, that’s best dressed
Plus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneres
First class Emirates that’s how I’m flying
SUV’s on the tarmac, that’s how I’m arriving
Presidential treatment, ooh this life so good
White skin, they can’t believe that I got friends in the hood
I know the love songs and melodies throw yall off

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Don’t give a f–k about your face tats, we know y’all soft
People we know with face tats got them for a reason
You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reaching
A lot of kids are popping xans and sipping lean now
A lot of rappers using Instagram to teach how
A lot of kids OD’ed that you don’t read ’bout
‘Cause they don’t follow rappers, they just follow fiends now
But I’m the bad guy for calling it out
I come in clutch with the truth, y’all are stalling it out
I only get in trouble when I say the truth
Which means you getting fed lies everyday, you fools
Do your research before you try and speak on my name
Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the chains

The beats classic, I amaze myself
I’m a boss, I’m a owner, yeah I pay myself
F–k the capes of society, I saved myself
Even after all the millions b—h, I stayed myself
I still take my mom with me, Bugus still right here
New people think my buzz got here in a lightyear
F–k y’all, this ain’t a Toy Story
I eat Nigerian, save some moi moi for me
Yeah, lot of y’all girls I coulda hit
But I’m the type to pass the p—y to stay home and cut a hit
Never f–k a chick at her house, she got exes
I just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits
Cameras at the entrance
Try if you want to
Bugus told me, “God forbid they get you, I got you”

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I’m an idol, people treat me like Billy
Singing and rapping going platinum, people treat me like Drizzy
Take the studio with me
Set up shop in the telly
I’ve watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like Belly
There ain’t s–t you can tell me, you can save that s–t
Fake convos before favors, I hate that s–t
Yesterday turned down a 150,000
I ain’t tripping ’bout it
I get that every week like allowance
From my independent catalog
F–k these rec league rappers tryna battle ‘Bron
Stay in your lane, this is big business
Move b—h, get back like Chris Bridges
I remember only selling like six tickets
Now I make the girls crazy like Sid Vicious
I coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truths

Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool
But it’s not in me to be fake, I can’t do it
I can see through it, man this game is translucent
They twist the truth for the headline drama
Clicks create traffic, traffic creates dollars
The sheep believe it, they ain’t up on game yet
Smooth rides ain’t as fun to watch as trainwrecks “d–n”
Controversy is currency, controversy is clout
That’s why my haters keep my name in their mouth
Y’all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion
It’s hard to stop my movement when I’m already in motion
This ain’t luck, this is by design
I had to work in the dark for my light to shine
A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon

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A lot of rappers go broke, ’cause they got rich too soon “d–n”
My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for some
It forces them to look around and see what they haven’t done
That’s a line for any hater, y’all are mad at yourselves
Judging every move I make, y’all distracting yourselves
You could do this s–t too if you wanted
But you would rather sit around and b—h and make comments
Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable
I’m country-hopping in a jet, that’s the visual
I saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannel
I bet on myself, yeah I had to gamble
I feel like I’m half god, half mammal
B—h I turned my life into the travel channel
I’m not home, I’m in Stockholm
With heated floors and the beds with the soft foam
It’s like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads out
Every time I big myself up, they get stressed out
I’m the best out, yeah I said it
Self-made millionaire, you know what’s up with the credits
I’m the best out, yeah I said it
Self-made millionaire, you know what’s up with the credits

[Outro]
B—h, yeah
Produced, mixed, mastered

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