Hey, wassup
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It was a long way up
Still hang with my niggas, screamin' "Don't give a fuck"
So what you looking at me, what you staring at me
You dumbass thug
I'm from another land — mother Russia
You always talkin' Gucci in your tracks, I never trust ya
Not trying to rush ya
I'm on my own shit, I came here to bust ya
Got me with the flow gloves, broke jaws
Nah, you can't see me, man, I'm like a ghost
Been a little boy, get your fame and get lost
I'm gonna blow my house, bitch, you know who the boss
All these Russian rappers can lick my balls
Hoe, I'm too icey, got too many goals
You're not on my level, ain't fading your place
Watch how I kill 'em for stacks, that's how I raised
So these goddamn pretty bitches be like "wow"
Then they'll love me, need a love how we sound
If you don't know 'bout me, bitch, ask my hometown
Too many brothers lay here in the ground
So mama will proud
Son, ya home, escape again, he gon' die
But no matter what, we still fight
Still same dreams about the ride I wanna buy
Spark my blunt, boomeranging, get high
Feel lungs full of smoke, son, I'm alright
So many days just pass by
But I keep that OG smellin' so hard
Don't need no travel to Mars
I always stay fly, we smoking five stars
So many days just pass by
But I keep that OG smellin' so hard
Don't need no travel to Mars
I always stay fly, we smoking five stars