I'm Here (Explicit)

Written by：Russ

I'm here

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

Even if they were dimes you know how many 10's want my last name

Is this the rap game or high school politics

Bars could be on Maury 'cause they got a little pop in it'

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 gettin' half a mil' on tour

Not bad for six weeks plus I should receive my plaque soon

Shittin' on the game I'll 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 doin' what I'm doin'

Singin' rappin' mixin' masterin' engineerin' producin'

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 eye is 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 f**k left 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 framin' 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

Comin' down your block lookin' 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'll 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 f**k y'all I'm a business man

I'm smokin' caviar cones in my sprinter van

On the phone with my lawyer 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 f**k up the whole movie so

F**k 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 are big and African 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

Doin' interviews with Forbes 'cause the come ups amazin'

I got a new fetish for jewelry and expensive vacations

I got the industry shook like How's he's popping like this

How I don't know him but he still got 60K on his wrist

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

And I lied I wasn't busy I'm just ignorin' your call

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

'Cause you were curvin' me crazy when I was tryna get on

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

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

Had to do it myself pull the trigger on my dreams

Always knew that this would happen manifested everything

Now they gon' write about me like they were right about me

Some people lookin' like they wanna snatch the white up out me

That's new to me forgive me for bein' jaded to my race

But I been color blind that wasn't just a mixtape

Yeah one of eleven yeah I put out eleven

Produced mixed mastered engineered written by me

Yeah this just the beginning though

Yeah debut sh*t