Stockholm Syndrome (feat. KXNG Crooked)

Yeah After this, I don't even wanna talk to people, you feel me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me just get right to it Yeah, come on This is bigger than a post with an irrelevant caption This is organized knowledge and intelligent action This is since '06, tryna create legacy Boss talks, stocks, real estate and equity You fake Pat Beverleys always tryna shut down Russ You foul, stay the fuck from 'round us 'Cause you can't fuck with me so you lie instead You lazy, you Blac 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 though I got more fuck-ups than a halfway house But since the masks came out, I've made M after M You not a boss (nah) you get your percent after them That's rough (yeah) money slowin' up, no more audience The Fashion Nova ads and OnlyFans made it obvious I'm sorry but I'm not (not) my sentiment is Is y'all stay throwin' shots so you can get what you give Fuck you back then, right now and tomorrow (haha) I'm high in Africa, smokin' Kilimanjaro I'm a young god (yeah) but still I bleed So I don't post where I'm at (uh) until I leave And they killin' black people like it's nothin' Actually it's past the point of killing, this is hunting Gotta do something (something) gotta do my part (yeah) So I went and raised a half a million for the cause (yeah) Shout out to the ones on the frontlines gettin' they fight on I'm talkin' 'bout Tamika, I'm talkin' 'bout Mysonne I'm keepin' the lights on for my whole damn family So I don't give a fuck if some hoes can't stand me I still want Grammys, tell the chapters Artists go broke 'cause they sell the 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 (shh) I'm getting tired of y'all Keep it real, deep down, I'm inspiring y'all You know the show biz says don't plan real idiots My goal is buy land, build businesses And my lawyer and my manager are Ashkenazi Building empires like Ghazi Shami Skin real smooth but my wrist is rocky I don't want the pussy if you drink Dasani Lookin' in the mirror like I knew we'd make it (knew it) 500 thousand for the Boosie bracelet Another 100 thousand for the MJ hoops Success came true, ooh Different colors, I know you gonna remember these eyes I could give a fuck less if an enemy dies Fuck them, fuck you, hut one, hut two Set, hike, hand it off to myself, run through 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 and move at they own pace It's you versus 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 fuck with the back and forth I make a bitch 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 (nah) 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, fuck you Come on, man, we playin' a whole 'nother game, right Russ? Ayo, I remember listenin' to your shit on SoundCloud You in jets now Tell these niggas how them clouds sounds Since they at it backwards, hahaha One of the best to ever do it, on G-O-D 20 plus in the game, yellin', "C-O-B" 'Cause the industry is all about who dicks who Who broomsticks who With no Vaseline, they just move shit through Nigga, 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 bitch a new Shih Tzu But the true issue, they gon' treat you like a Rubik's Cube Then they kickin' you out quicker than jujitsu Nigga, 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 fuck your publishin' went, a hundred percent To the company, and now you livin' under a bench Unless a nigga like Hov wanna come to a brother defense Poor us, only the money can cure 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 never 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 in my '64 With my pistol on my hip, yo Gettin' hypno-tized by the Cisco I would sip slow 'til I was sick, yo Head throwing 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 shit pour To my bottle then I was Guantanamo I would get low like a schizo' on Skid Row Drinkin' myself in the grave, depressed person Now I don't chase Henny, I chase the best version Of myself, I'll be 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 Kunta Kinte now I'm Geordi La Forge Slaveship to the spaceship, damn I'm LeVar Burton Open the stargate and I'm at 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 lyricists, 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" (word) Get your credit straight, nigga, meditate Keep a shooter that'll never ever hesitate (boom, boom) Remember this jewel in the future Keep one step like Medusa, ahead of snakes