Sore Losers Lyrics - Russ

Yeah 

So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me 

Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me 

Yeah 

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Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's arena talk 

You still on your Training Day, you Ethan Hawke 

Rappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicks 

Instead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minute 

We are not side by side, ain't no split-screen image 

I'ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket 

I'm just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with it 

I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot 

I got blitzkrieg critics 

They ain't wastin' no time 

But I ain't wastin' no money, so I pay 'em no mind 

That's a lie, I be snappin' 

That's my fault, I'm adjustin' to people spreadin' lies about me 

Just hatin' and judging 

For the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout 

Shit's been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth 

Put my home in the South, 10K square feet 

Name your favorite rappers now, let's play "where's he?" 

Probably chasin' a hit, probably lost in LA 

Probably paying for likes, probably paying for plays 

Probably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador 

Business manager furious, like "What the fuck did you spend that for?" 

Fuck y'all though, I'ma keep on winnin' 

I got angels all around me, y'all can keep on sinnin' 

'Cause ain't no way y'all are fuckin' up my light light 

I spent two million just on taxes, something light light 

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In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don 

Writin' songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on 

You gotta see it way before it happens, yes yes 

I'ma be the greatest, I won't settle for next best 

Got your girl in her birthday suit, that's best dressed 

Plus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneres 

First class Emirates that's how I'm flyin' 

SUVs on the tarmac, that's how I'm arrivin' 

Presidential treatment, ooh this life so good 

White skin, they can't believe that I got friends in the hood 

I know the love songs and melodies throw y'all off 

Don't give a fuck about your face tats, we know y'all soft 

People we know with face tats got them for a reason 

You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reachin' 

A lot of kids are poppin' xans and sippin' lean now 

A lot of rappers using Instagram to teach how 

A lot of kids OD'ed that you don't read 'bout 

'Cause they don't follow rappers, they just follow fiends now 

But I'm the bad guy for callin' it out 

I come in clutch with the truth, y'all are stallin' it out 

I only get in trouble when I say the truth 

Which means you gettin' fed lies everyday, you fools 

Do your research before you try and speak on my name 

Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the chains 

The beats classic, I amaze myself 

I'm a boss, I'm a owner, yeah I pay myself 

Fuck the capes of society, I saved myself 

Even after all the millions bitch, I stayed myself 

I still take my mom with me, Bugus still right here 

New people think my buzz got here in a lightyear 

Fuck y'all, this ain't a Toy Story 

I eat Nigerian, save some moimoi for me 

Yeah, lot of y'all girls I coulda hit 

But I'm the type to pass the pussy to stay home and cut a hit 

Never fuck a chick at her house, she got exes 

I just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits 

Cameras at the entrance 

Try if you want to 

Bugus told me, "God forbid they get you, I got you" 

I'm an idol, people treat me like Billy 

Singin' and rappin' goin' platinum, people treat me like Drizzy 

Take the studio with me 

Set up shop in the telly 

I've watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like Belly 

There ain't shit you can tell me, you can save that shit 

Fake convos before favors, I hate that shit 

Yesterday turned down a 150, 000 

I ain't trippin' 'bout it 

I get that every week like allowance 

From my independent catalog 

Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'Bron 

Stay in your lane, this is big business 

Move bitch, get back like Chris Bridges 

I remember only sellin' like six tickets 

Now I make the girls crazy like Sid Vicious 

I coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truths 

Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool 

But it's not in me to be fake, I can't do it 

I can see through it, man this game is translucent 

They twist the truth for the headline drama 

Clicks create traffic, traffic creates dollars 

The sheep believe it, they ain't up on game yet 

Smooth rides ain't as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn) 

Controversy is currency, controversy is clout 

That's why my haters keep my name in their mouth 

Y'all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion 

It's hard to stop my movement when I'm already in motion 

This ain't luck, this is by design 

I had to work in the dark for my light to shine 

A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon 

A lot of rappers go broke, 'cause they got rich too soon (damn) 

My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for some 

It forces them to look around and see what they haven't done 

That's a line for any hater, y'all are mad at yourselves 

Judging every move I make, y'all distractin' yourselves 

You could do this shit too if you wanted 

But you would rather sit around and bitch and make comments 

Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable 

I'm country-hoppin' in a jet, that's the visual 

I saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannel 

I bet on myself, yeah I had to gamble 

I feel like I'm half god, half mammal 

Bitch I turned my life into the Travel Channel 

I'm not home, I'm in Stockholm 

With heated floors and the beds with the soft foam 

It's like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads out 

Every time I big myself up, they get stressed out 

I'm the best out, yeah I said it 

Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits 

I'm the best out, yeah I said it 

Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits 

Bitch, yeah 

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