I'm Here

I'm here

Yeah, the cash came I ain't trippin' on a past flame

Even if they were dimes

Yo how many 10's what my last name

Is this the rap game or high school politics?

Boss could be on Maury 'cause they got a little poppin'

Before I show up, that's when the deposit hits

You only want me now, that's what I have problems with

Five-star suites, Trojan wrappers on the floor

That's the aesthetic when you getting half a mil' on tour

Now I'm back for six weeks

Plus I should receive my plaques soon

Shitting on the game, I'd probably hang it in my bathroom

Last June I was broke, this June I made a hundred

Before and after, didn't change me, though I stayed a hundred

Show me someone else who's doing what I'm doing

Singing, rapping, mix and mastering, engineer, and producer

That's every song with no exception, plus the catalog longer than a lot of veterans

Mention me amongst myself 'cause I'm the first of my kind

You live a Semi-Charmed Life, cause your third eyes blind

I'm a shepherd, not a sheep, but I heard it's my time

Was in the shadows for so long, I deserve all my shine

Got some women you would love to fuck, left her on read

Got some homies 'bout that arm leg, leg, arm, head

I should call it a night, too many women can be dangerous

You let 'em behind the scenes

All of a sudden they start framing us

I make enough to alter her perception of me

The older you get, the more expensive lessons will be

Gotta tighten up, move a little bit more militant

Coming down your block

Looking like we copped the whole dealership

Penthouse suites, but couldn't tell you what city

Same ones who stayed down with me gon' be up with me

See that's the code you uphold when you know what it took to really grow into the star you all know so

When Bugus touch down, I got the Bentley waiting for him

In L.A., the next time I'd probably play the forum

But for now, catch me selling out the Novo

No debut, no openers, I'm solo

You're trapped in the club 'cause you can't sell tickets

Your album flopped and you went ahead and fell with it

But fuck y'all, I'm a business man

I'm smoking caviar off cones in my sprinter van

On the phone with my lawyers talking about eight digits, yeah

Just to be safe, even my safes got a safe in it

False accusations, think I'm done with the groupies

'Cause one bad scene can fuck up the whole movie, so

Fuck these hoes, man I'm out the game

Plus they jump around quicker than House of Pain

Break the bank for the family, take everyone to Waikiki

My homies up big in Africa, knock you out in dashikis

To my family, I'm Russell, to these women habibi

Ex's know they played themselves when they see me on TV

Big money offends, small minds too bad

I give my girls a new life, you give your girls a new bag

Doing interviews with Forbes 'cause the come ups amazing

I got a new fetish for jewelry and expensive vacations

I got the industry shook

Like "how's he's popping like this?

I don't know him, but he's still got 60K on his wrist"

Now I can't go to the mall, 'cause I'll probably get mauled

And I lie, I wasn't busy

I'm just ignoring your call

'Cause maybe I feel like you don't really deserve a response

'Cause you were curving me crazy when I was trying to get on

Now I'm fresh up in the game, and I already went gold

'Cause I gave them what they want now they losing control

Had to do it myself, pull the trigger on my dreams

Always knew that this what happen, manifested everything

Now they gon' write about me

Like they were right about me

Some people looking like they wanna snatch the white up out me

That's new to me, forgive me for being jaded to my race, but I been color blind

That wasn't just a mixtape

Yeah, one of eleven, I put out eleven

Produced, mixed, mastered, and engineered, written by me

Yeah, this just the beginning though

Yeah, debut shit