Russ

L̶o̶v̶e̶🎀 (prod. Death the Kid)

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Royale with Cheese (prod. Death the Kid)

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Lyrics:

dont hit my line i know you living through photo
Hobo
hits im working started solo
speeding up you moving slow bro
in that 4 door
I know you known tho
thatt im ready to go
and that i'm ready show
really petty shots send weighing heavy
no sway we aiming it steady
dreaming of death like freddy
softer than teddys
in love with the buck penguin i be dripped with a tux
talk if you must
they hating like musk
chris tucker they ask the kid what the rush
can't stop cuz i'm falling in love making me blush
ragged masked on the face like huss
2 mags in the bag don't touch
Working into brag keep em stuffed in the back
release a new song they making me mad
450 cant believe how they add
roll a spliffy weighing more than your bag
cleaned em jiffy settled beef quickly
spark my j with a zippy
burned the calendar bic
Cuz time ain't something i get
working im improving like a vet
game is almost set
matched
easily detached
started trusting facts
never leave the crib without my gat
so im stay in home
writing poems and tomes
one years straight the kid in his zone
never needed a hand not taken a lone
no respect when you pull out the phone
id had to check guess its better alone
working to find a way to atone
I said im working im finding a way to atone

Written by Death the Kid

HUSH | Death the Kid

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Lyrics:

we handing out hope 
no religion fuck the pope 
nobody could save me 
destiny the lord loves to play me
couldn't afford the simple fees 
now i'm walking   
making distant dreams happen 
mentally my mind's scheming mapping 
heads like a book so many i notes already took 
I  never looked back, learning built the rails for the tracks
they tryna take away from that
writing my own facts
wasted a lone 
Just cuz people just obsessed with their phones
money and flexing the truth to me it's all perplexing 
hours of texting while i'm fixing righting my imperfections 
easily detecting the hopeless reflection and lies 
anythings possible 
my team was filled spies 
they double crossed him 
6 feet they wanted death in a coffin 
forever asleep for the shit he was talking 
bitch if we beefing
better bring me mop and a bucket 
terminally leaking from his face to his stomach 
talking hot shit know you wont run it 
i put my trust into fate 
mini militia we taking the state 
meaning more gun and more drugs on my plate 
A mountain of coke living like scarface  
They laughing some jokes to think even got a stake in this race 
burning them bridges only locked in your fate 
genie he prayed and the wishes make em come true
dabs on the skizzy
rolling more than 2 gs in my blizzy
fresh as prince call em stizzy 
grew up thinking I was thugger than biggie 
upstate far from the city
albany the capital 
different breeds from the great apple 
odell beckeahm with a mean tackle 
still reppin the stick and the trees 
grew had to watch for the ticks never saw the sea
the life i lived for a bitch now i'm grinding for me 
fate and i been i see eye to eye 
don't worry
you'll be with calvin in the bye and bye 
nastier than django nobody as fast in the west 
walter undressed in a winnebago 
jessie bitching Tuco how i'm itching to shoot 
light my blunt talking that shit on the stoop
to recollect and recoop
in love with this life out the loop 
We not the same dont fuck with the troop

Written by Death the Kid

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