Russian Creme Lyrics

Niggas be the type wanna see me fall

Burn my bridge till they see me crash

Burn my spliff just to feel these words

Smoking whole damn zip just to re these laps

Shit I gotta learn when I can't do sum

Can't get through sum who is down when it's bad

Doubting the people will question will my skill

Still question the worth is he this is he that

All he ever wanna do is smoke his Cush

All he ever try to do is keep his peace

All he ever need to do is roll this wood

And to keep his foot ten toed till crease

All a nigga wanted was my pockets filled like stockings like this was Christmas Eve

Talking got so much money up in my wallet you could call it obese

Need to find a genie who grant my wish

Wish I chill and love my bitch

Wish I drown all in some drip

Ride through the town inna brand new whip

Wish I could go cash out onna project plan for building my own damn crib

Need that shit as ego big

With a court and stu right where I live

Boa on my kids

I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe

Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high

Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye

Drop an album it simmers till people see spice

I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe

Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high

Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye

Drop an album it simmers till people see spice

Guess that I'm

A man with many desires

Who being the plug for the playlist supplier

Yet I'm still reminded I need to climb higher

And reach a new limit beyond that I'm tired

A rappers who think they legit shit imma make em admit

While displaying the purest of writing

And niggas who think they the shit they be changing up like indecisive I'll get you new Diapers

Wish I can stop all the goddamn violence

Fuck that imma be a goddamn shooter

Better half the dough when I ask for the bead or yo lil shordy dead don't she work at Hooters

Straight from the land where the black man values less when alive and more when he Dead

Wish I could kill all the damn racist

Wish I can know what my true race is

I'm higher in value I'm talking bout way up

You higher the volume when Steezzy gon play up

For niggas who sleeping I need you to wake up

And roll outta bed and go roll you some shake up

He think he best so he need you to pay up

Than all of the rest so get outta the way of

The godly almighty the one who gon stay up

You'll never defeat me the reason he gave up

My writing be easy be feeling like lay up

He thought he could beat me I told him to wait up

She calling me Steezzy cause way that I came up

You gotta believe me I'm keeping it straight up

I'm knowing you need me but we need to break up

You can't even see me no cena no face up

I keep it completely you need to go raise up

My styling so neatly you needing a shape up

I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe

Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high

Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye

Drop an album it simmers till people see spice

I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe

Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high

Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye

Drop an album it simmers till people see spice