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[Russ]
Yeah

[Russ]
My anxiety was takin´ over (Yeah)

Remove the devil and my faith gon´ feel it slide like it´s Amendola (Come on)
I finally made it to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I´m Ray Liotta (Man)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot-headed but got ice my veins, arrivin´ by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards and beats and raps
Three whores before forty-three, more are bein´ cracked (Facts)
That was the life that I was leadin´ back before I went to therapy
And we unpacked, I wasn´t really needin´ that
I was needin´ validation, which, I agree is wack
Mad at my therapist like, "Bitch, I agree with that" (Haha)
Here´s the kicker though, my therapist is me (Facts)

Complainin´ ´bout my problems, how American of me?
There´s a scarcity of free thinkers (Yeah), it´s all group thoughts (Sheep)
That´s what they think (Yeah), that´s not what you thought (Psst)
Before you saw the popular vote
You scared that the world´ll leave you if you rockin´ the boat
So you don´t (Pussy), all aboard, now you safe in here
But you don´t even recognize your own face in here, fuck it (Fuck it)
Independent with a major budget (Uh-huh)
You ain´t mad at me, you mad your lady love it, we should change the subject (Uh-huh)
I sway the public like I´m rappin´ on the radio
Long hair and lookin´ like I´m s´posed to be on Game of Thrones, HBO

But every time I talk, it makes the news like The Daily Show
I´m wavy so, of course, you wanna cruise, I call it Katie Holmes
All my dreams are comin´ true, that´s somethin´ I innately know
Labels feedin´ artists soul diets like paleo
Meanwhile, I´m feedin´ myself
I had a nightmare last night that I was sleepin´ myself, yeah, yeah
Oh God

[Logic]
I keep my ego in check, just me and this instrumental pumpin´ through this cassette deck
Money don´t represent my rank
Yeah, Logic rose from jack but even the Titanic sank

I seen cats with egos bigger than cruise ships lose it
Gain power and abuse it
Same to take my kindness for weakness and confuse it
Same type don´t know I stay with a gat and know how to use it
Used to be addicted to likes by the likes of people I ain´t even liked
Anxiety, readin´ comments ain´t have me readin´ right
Trapped in the Matrix, Black Neo, back to the basics
Now everything I do is off the grid, they just can´t trace it
Face it, I used to love rap, now all I love is my family, fuck the fake shit
Only engulfed in darkness, can you see the light like common sense?

But to my defense, that way of thinkin´ past tense
Life´s a bitch and shit can get screwed like when you campin´, that´s fuckin´ intense
On tour the fans screamin´ the West like cravin´
You know I deal with shit that´ll make the average man´s chest cave in
On the scene daily, this just in, word to Hailey
I write about the world around me like a journalist
It´s funny how people that don´t listen to me concerned with this
It´s ´cause they have to be, these motherfuckers weaker than muscle atrophy
This life feels like a simulation, man, it has to be
Walked through the world, the whole shit is just one giant catastrophe

Speak on mental health, the people laughed at me, that´s why I tapped out
Retired ´cause I felt rapped out
Feel like people more connected with shit that´s not what rap´s about, so I mapped out
Just me and my fam, I don´t give a damn
Livin´ day to day, just like the normal man I am
Bringin´ it back to the reason I began it from the start
Spillin´ syllables at will at the open mic, after dark
Hangin´ with cats that stay with the iron like they Tony Stark
We recognize when the phonies talk, why?
Real G´s fly in silence like gnats, G7 raps
Retired now I´m back, I relapsed, we bringin´ that heat back
Like July, that real shit, no two-ply

Bitches I´ve been plottin´ and plannin´, fuck whatever they been demandin´
I grab the cannon, and ran in the lyrical phantom, jumpin´ out the plane tandem
Flow so effortless it seems like it happens at random
My green expand bigger, I Bruce Banner ´em
I hit you with the buckshot then the Chapelle slug
Hustle music like some of my brothers still hustle drugs
I´m the unsung, did it for money, made the money, now I do it for fun
Music will forever be a part of me
I do this from the heart, from the circumflex artery
My bank account is seven digits like I won the lottery

But that don´t navigate the way I shape the game like pottery
So hold up, grab the gat, reload, the Rattpack be my soldiers
Yeah, I´m older but I be wiser
Fucking around, now open your eyes up
Now these haters claim I fell from grace a couple years back
Still at the top, where I been at
Eight miles from the surface of Earth, feelin´ infinite
Don´t gotta get into that
Who´s the illest on a track? Rewind it now and listen back
Wanna know who the best is? I give you forty-four guesses
It doesn´t matter and it never did, it never does, it never will

That´s why I retired, it´s impossible to fulfill
Just a hamster wheel, full of cats that never sit still
On it, for real (Woo, crazy!)