Russ feat. KXNG Crooked – Stockholm Syndrome Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Stockholm Syndrome – Russ feat. KXNG Crooked

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This is organized knowledge and intelligent action
This is since ’06, tryna create legacy
Boss talks stocks real estate and equity
You fake pat Beverly’s

Always tryna shut down Russ
You foul stay the f**k from round us
‘Cause you can’t f**k with me
So you lie instead, you lazy you blacc chyna head
But I can’t give em clout that’s a courtesy bag
Can’t forget how bad I wanted what I currently have
Selective memory I’m blocking all the bad games out
Even tho I got more f**k ups than a halfway house

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But since the masks came out, I’ve made M after M
You not a boss you get your percent after them
That’s rough, money slowin up no more audience
The fashionnova ads and onlyfans made it obvious

I’m sorry but I’m not
My sentiment is, y’all stay throwin shots
So you gon get what you give, f**k you
Back then right now and tomorrow
I’m high in Africa smokin’ Kilimanjaro
Imma young god but still I bleed
So I don’t post where I’m at until I leave
They killin black people like it’s nothin
Actually it’s past the point of killing this is hunting

Gotta do something, gotta do my part
So I went and raised a half a million for the cause
Shoutout to the ones on the frontlines gettin they fight on
I’m talkin bout Tamika, I’m talkin ’bout my son
I’m keepin the lights on for my whole damn family
So I don’t give a f**k if some h*es can’t stand me
I still want Grammys, tell the chapters
Artists go broke cuz they sell their masters

You a player I’m an owner so I’m richer than most
How you diss me in a song and you sittin in coach
The audacity, I’m getting tired of y’all
Keep it real, deep down I’m inspiring y’all
The show biz says don’t plan real idiots
My goal is buy land build businesses
My lawyer and my manager are ashkanazi
Building empires like Ghazi Shami
Skins real smooth but my wrist is rocky
I don’t want the p**sy if you drink Dasani

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Lookin in the mirror like I knew we’d make it
500,000 for the boosie bracelet
Another 100,000 for the MJ hoops
Success came true, uuh, different colors
I know you gonna remember these eyes
I could give a f**k less if an enemy dies
F**k them, f**k you, hut one hut two
Set hike hand it off to myself run thru
All the obstacles
I’m always callin’ audibles
My come up is phenomenal
I feel like I’m responsible
For artists tryna do it they own way
Move at they own pace
It’s you vs you dawg you runnin’ your own race

I’m locked in, after this I’m top 10
Dead or alive, you better decide
Which side of the fence you reside
‘Cause I don’t f**k with the back and forth
I make a b**ch go get it like a Labrador
I’m a platinum plaque ambassador
‘Cause I don’t got one career dawg I mastered four
But I’m not done yet, the critical thought is
The industry is run by invisible bosses
Through the midst of the fog I can see what’s true
Only way to beat the game is don’t play it f**k you

Come on, man
We playin’ a whole ‘nother game, right Russ
Ayo, I remember listenin’ to your s**t on SoundCloud
You in jets now
Tell these n**gas how them clouds sounds
Since they at it backwards, hahaha

One of the best to ever do it, on G.O.D
Twenty plus in the game, yellin’, C.O.B
‘Cause the industry is all about who deecks who
Who broomsticks who
With no vaseline, they just move s**t through
N**ga, who is you They gon’ screw him too
You came into this game to be a cool rich dude
Eatin’ Ruth Chris food, buy your new b**ch the new Shih Tzu
But the true issue, they gon’ treat you like a Rubik’s Cube
Then they kickin’ you out, quicker than jiu jitsu

N**ga, boo hoo-hoo
Ain’t nobody cryin’ when all of a sudden your career doesn’t exist
Couple of hits, you don’t know, got you stuck in the ditch
Wonderin’ if, you should end it all, cuttin’ your wrists
Sick of diggin’ in your pockets, touchin’ nothin’ but lint
Wonderin’ where the f**k your publishin’ went a 100%
To the company and now you livin’ under a bench
Unless a n**ga like Hov wanna come to a brother defense

Poor us, only the money can kill us
Jimmy Henchman, puttin’ coke on the tour bus
The allure of gettin’ rich is what lured us
Into that trap of bein’ rappers slash trappers
If they clap us, the label is gettin’ fat, ’cause
They assure us but ensured us
That we would get a piece of the pie
Seem like we got the green light to die
Sure does

I used to sit low with my 64
With my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin’ hit note, tires by the Cisco
I would sip slow, ’til I was sick, yo
Hit the one up out the window
Didn’t know how to get home, when I did though
I would tip-toe to my crib ‘fore I let the s**t pour
To my bottle then it was Guantánamo
I would get low like a schizo’, Skid Row
Drinkin’ myself in the grave, depressed person
Now I don’t chase Henny, I chase the best version
Of myself, hoppin’ in the CLS swervin’
Rims so big, look I’m in an Excursion

I’m hardworkin’ and God workin’
Like a heart surgeon, my heart’s urgin’
I was good to contain now I’m Geordi La Forge
Slaveship to the spaceship, damn I’m LeVar Burton
Open the stargate and I meet you with ISIS
Wrote a letter to Suge sayin’, I’m still the nicest
‘Til it’s over, I’ll be grippin’ the pistolas
Sippin’ some crip cola, right where Killer Mike is
Leavin’ the mic’ lifeless that’s what’s killin’ mics is
Hail to the lyricist, we’re gonna be from the Genesis
Your emphasis is money but you really just a dummy
The labels, the ventriloquists, here’s what the real advice is

Before the jewelry, get some real estate
Put some lawyer money up like you dealin’ weight
Keep it a hunnid, G, whoever wanna eat
Tell ’em all, Bring somethin’ to the dinner plate
Get your credit straight, n**ga, meditate
Keep a shooter that’ll never ever hesitate
Remember this jewel in the future
Keep one step like Medusa, ahead of snakes…

➤ Written by Russ & KXNG Crooked
Album: CHOMP
Produced by Russ
Russ | KXNG Crooked | 2020

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