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Russ - Murder Me (Prod. Russ)

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HOW TO ROB DR. DRE

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Russ - Dr. Dre

Signed: The Artist- 2wo ft. Eljay Marquise

Relapse (Feat. Squire) (Prod. Russ)

veins (prod. greaf)

The Long Awaited and Highly Anticipated Second Project from Hip Hop Artist Tre Dash 

5. Whats Good After This

the way i see things (prod. kryptik)

Off Rip

beamerboy (prod. nedarb nagrom)

my streak is impossible to break....

LYRICS : 

Tours overseas
Couple million on the table
By the time I'm 24 I'll be sellin out staples
I got big plans
Sing and rap
I can switch hands
Crossover killer
Labels know that I'm the hitman
Women all on me
Tryna give me sex favors
Take your clothes off you're a starter not a bench player
Then I gotta go
I won't say I'm heartless
But after dating hoes
I began to use my heart less
Had to pump the brakes
Cuz my drive got GPS
Sometimes I feel like the only real genius left
I'm tryna hit the blunt with Snoop on GGN
Even my blind hoe say she wanna see me win
Even my ex girl got my old CD in
Rotation you gon wish you didn't leave me when
I go and cop a little mazzi maybe cut the roof off
Cuz I'm all about the drop like EDM
I got my first arena show
I'm on the flight there now
I use to dream about the life that I'm livin right now
Makin money in abundance
Cuz I do so much for free
I don't work for the money
I make the money work for me
But the family going through it
That's a lotta my stress
Momma asking where's my iTunes and Spotify checks
It's funny cuz she use to ask when I was goin back to classes
Now I'm paying off her debts off of melodies and raps
It's fun takin south beach trips every month
Spend a mortgage on my sister by the time we eat lunch
Just to let her know no matter what her big bro got her
No dudes can trick on her
No Harlem globetrotters
Entry into my circle is more selective than a Rhodes scholar
Ship is sailing already so don't bother
But I do business
So if it makes sense
We can talk change
Just play your role and do it well just be like John Wayne
I'm Tom Hanks except I always remain captain
In Atlanta I don't dance but I always remain snappin
Cash in quantity
In less than a year I dropped your favorite rappers entire discography
I did every single beat
I mixed every single song
Walked in as the opener
But turned it to sing a long
Rapping on my beats got it sounding like a gospel
I take my hotel rooms and I turn em to a brothel
Women in rotation
Made it out the basement
Bank account lookin like a fucking donation
No amazement
I been patient
I've been cookin for so long I swear that I can taste it
This is laced with
Yung DiMaggio
My streak is impossible to break
Dropping hits everytime I'm at the plate
I might go away soon tho
Strategize the debut
Link with label
I see y'all playin I'm tryna play too

Just know I know what I'm doing and Imma always call the shots...


DiMaggio (Prod. Russ)

Gustav Ahr's Album

sex [last nite] (prod. smokeasac x yung cortex)

Saved By An Angel

probably why theyre mad....

LYRICS : 

look around me baby all you see is cash
look whos laughin now they always use to laugh
look whos winning and upgraded from the past
just look just look
look at my life 
look at yo life
look at my bank account
look at me work
look at me prosper
look at me make it out
look at me glow
look at me glisten
look at me stunt on you
this is for the ones in your life who know they aint got nothin on you

i just made a million dollars in two weeks
i just bought my mom a car for a cash i told em fuck a lease
look at me
blocked your dream girl 
she was tweakin
nah we werent dating
just fuckin for the weekend
you was tripping
i was dipping 
you caught feelings 
i didnt
smash mouth life swear im feelin like an all star
went and told my momma you aint gotta shop at wal mart no more

look around me baby all you see is cash
look whos laughin now they always use to laugh
look whos winning and upgraded from the past
just look just look
look at my life 
look at yo life
look at my bank account
look at me work
look at me prosper
look at me make it out
look at me glow
look at me glisten
look at me stunt on you
this is for the ones in your life who know they aint got nothin on you

millionaire before a label thats called leverage
all the real ones gon relate
all the fake ones gon get jealous 
look at me
flew your wife out she forgot her wedding band 
gettin so much money i forgot i spent like 20 bands today
flip tricks
but i dont play x games
i been traveling
currency exchange
a year rent
thats what the set pays
fantasy girls get turned into sex slaves
thats a light flex
cash when i speak thats a mic check
you sitting down
i suggest that you stand up
in russ they trust 
whole world got they hands up look

look around me baby all you see is cash
look whos laughin now they always use to laugh
look whos winning and upgraded from the past
just look just look
look at my life 
look at yo life
look at my bank account
look at me work
look at me prosper
look at me make it out
look at me glow
look at me glisten
look at me stunt on you
this is for the ones in your life who know they aint got nothin on you

Look

Look (Prod. Russ)

The first track off my new tape Fool Me Twice. This new project and this song in particular are infused with guitars and rock sounds.

Produce by https://soundcloud.com/prodbyvessels

Lyrics

All I see in the mirror is some broken glass
I been trying hard to forget my past

I guess I was scared what I wouldn't amount to
I just didn't care, never wanted to doubt you
Now I'm cutting up the ties
I been running from the lies
I don't wanna be scared of you
I don't wanna take care of you no more

I'm a wreck lately, I'm a mess baby
I been in and out of my own devices
I'm trapped inside of my head lately
I owe you this apology
You won't take that, you won't follow me
I don't blame you, it don't bother me
I can't change you, or give you all of me
You don't get me, you don't trust me
You just like the way that I talk to you 
But low key you probably won't love me
So I'm empty, I need drugs please
I fill the void, to try to kill the boy
That I said wouldn't don't tempt me

I guess I was scared what I wouldn't amount to
I just didn't care, never wanted to doubt you
Now I'm cutting up the ties
I been running from the lies
I don't wanna be scared of you
I don't wanna take care of you no more

All I see in the mirror is some broken glass
I been trying hard to forget my past

Broken Mirror (Prod By Vessels)

Another single off the upcoming tape Fool Me Twice.  I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor.

Produced by the man https://soundcloud.com/canisxxmajor

Lyrics

I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone
Smoke killa, a tad groovy, yea, on point Mr Bob Cousy 
Bad bitches they all boujee, yea,  top shooter Mr Bob Cousy

Lowkey I dont really trust me, so how the fuck can I trust you?
I aint upset, you getting obtuse, see I love me, and I just want you
Summon up the gusto to deal with emotions
Cause love is cut throat I feel then I'm frozen
Sending my goodbyes sealed with some roses
Spine like a snake or some eels in the ocean
Swimming with the sharks you aint even got your fins yet
Big dog getting deeper than the trench yea
You gon get the bends, an you'll probably lose your sense
and the feelings in your limbs, you aint ready for my skin yet
Touching up the looks but the soul left shapeless
I aint brand new I can show a little patience
Got the hook but the bait pretty basic
Slave to the matrix, save me the graces

Shooting my feelings, man its nothing but net
I start to dig in my brain and find its full of regret
See I don't want the greatness, no, no, I just want respect
Man I been grooving all night, feel like I don't need to rest

I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone
Smoke killa, a tad groovy, yea, on point Mr Bob Cousy 
Bad bitches they all boujee, yea,  top shooter Mr Bob Cousy

A shooter, a shooter, I'm moving it on em smoother
I caught it up in the corner and buried it like Bermuda
Strike quicker than barracudas, I'm spitting the air is humid
indifferent to what you doing, sometimes I don't feel so human

Shooting my feelings, man its nothing but net
I start to dig in my brain and find its full of regret
See I don't want the greatness, no, no, I just want respect
Man I been grooving all night, feel like I don't need to rest

Smoke killa, a tad groovy, yea, on point Mr Bob Cousy 
Bad bitches they all boujee, yea,  top shooter Mr Bob Cousy
I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone
I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone

Bob Cousy (Prod By Canis Major)

Lyrics

I think you got me fucked up, riding through the city with some other mister
I think you got me fucked up, acting like I wouldn't find some other bitches
I think you got me wrong, acting like I wont move on
I guess you never met a real one, I aint caught up in them feelings

You got me fucked up, listen up, I aint with that get to talking 
Argue on the phone all the time, talking bicker bawking
I just play the part the highest horse I tell the bitch get off it
I feel dirty, I feel trapped, I feel like I'm up in this coffin
Got me coughing, smoking coffee, you be off them xans now
I don't feel like coming over when you hardly stand out
Man down, I was in the field she got her pants down
Pull me to the side she think she got me in her hands now
Sham-wow cleaning up the messes that I made with you
Ay is you ok? You aint been the same since you
never wanna change just remain in the same issue
Bang on my brain with the blame so it can't hit you
I get it you just wanna skirt the blame, act like this was all on me, ya
Just know that when you get to hurting babe don't be trynta call on me ya

I think you got me fucked up, riding through the city with some other mister
I think you got me fucked up, acting like I wouldn't find some other bitches
I think you got me wrong, acting like I wont move on
I guess you never met a real one, I aint caught up in them feelings

Got Me Fucked Up (Prod By Tec)

Another new track from my upcoming tape Fool Me Twice. This new song, Coffee, is a bit more experimental in terms of sound. Keep coming back every Sunday for new music!

Lyrics

i wake up wait for the morning drip from my coffee
all these feelings in my brain dont wait to assault me 
light my L and push em off i feel like ive solved it
but im lost in this trap once again
find me with my whole soul i can feel it breaking
im confused by your moves left me mistaken
i was taken back, now this hatred blast
through my veins cant contain myself

i was in the wrong but i felt like i was right
justified by the feelings i been burying alive
i would die if i never let you know whats up inside 
but the price is these funky type of feelings and these vibes
it aint right, everything feel a little different now
couldnt put my finger on it felt i could figure out
finicky with women shit its tough for me to pick em out
bet they gonna fuck with me when i be drawing bigger crowds
but ill be too big then, yea yea
and i wont fuck with them, yea yea
only day ones in my tour bus 
love gonna take a side seat til i do enough yea
so thanks for the memories, thanks for the fake love
makeup every other week its the same stuff
feeling brand new, feeling like i need a change up
wake up, coffee coming straight drink it plain yuh

Coffee (Prod By Kuroime)

The Devil's Playground

"I wrote this in the dark!" 4 years since I've dropped a tape and back better than EVER!

Mixed: Dev Draper & Malccs
Mastered: Malccs
Rawest 4mation

When The Mind Talks

Bombay Talk (Prod. Dev Draper)

no one is home (ryini)

Drugs. Sex. Music.

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The Devil's Playground

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