Listen to Salute (feat. Styles P & Westside Gunn) by Russ

Salute (feat. Styles P & Westside Gunn)

Russ

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ
Russ
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Russell Vitale
Russell Vitale
Songwriter
Alvin Worthy
Alvin Worthy
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
9th Wonder
9th Wonder
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, CHOMP 2 9th Wonder Yeah, let me talk to 'em Yeah, yeah The sun is beaming down, I'm wrapped up in the light May never be fulfilled 'cause with the mill' comes the appetite Vanna White, I make a fortune, y'all just tappin' on the screens She asking me if I'm a player, 'bout to draft her on the team I gather steam from my shattered dreams and let it propel me I got the juice like Martinelli, my success, it been stealthy Under the radar, stay out the graveyard, my momma prays hard I was in Brazil and women treated me like Neymar Rockstar, Sammy Hagar, good neighbor like State Farm So people go to war for me like Braveheart I told the pilot, "Keep the plane parked", we out celebrating (yeah) My shows are spiritual, you'll think the crowd's levitating (yeah) I'm still accelerating, this ain't my top speed I feel like the one, I can't be worried 'bout top threes You swimming in calm seas, good luck when it gets rough I swam through the storms and now the waves don't affect much They mad I stay blessed up (yeah) they'd rather me messed up (yeah) They tryna stop my movement, but it's you who's gon' get stuck (haha) I stay in tune, they be chasing news Pumping poison to the people, I remain immune Homies carry sticks like they playin' pool They play it cool, you never know (be cool) You get it all once you let it go You better grow up first, keep your soul nourished Gotta watch your words around the media They always got the phones up, tell 'em, "No tourists" (weirdos) I told my momma, "Go purchase anything you desire" Another million dollar wire, in the midst of the fire The sharpest steel gets made, and I'm immersed in the flames People cursing my name, the person that I became Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain But I ain't gon' lie to you, man, at first it was strange I yearned for the rain, something to reverse or restore 'Til I embraced it and flipped it, now it can't hurt me no more, yeah I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it Look how they saluting me (salute, salute) Whether it's this side or whether it's that side Look how they saluting me (salute, salute, FLYGOD) Ayo, my heart's chrome, I dropped a .9 on my i-stove Made it a half a gram, sure can't decide though (boom-boom, boom-boom) Gave papi a half to get me going Palm Angels was falling out the sky, one said, "Peace Allah" Ronnie Fieg up the leg, the Johnny Dang's lookin' like Winnipeg Cocaine pots were misbehaving like a ceiling fan Spilling Vueve-y, let's make a movie, bitch Go to JJ's, get a two piece, I'm tryna do me Touch the two-seater, you never seen one (skrr) Just bought a new house, new whip and a machine gun (brrt) Never live life of a fiend, son I played ball, I could've went D1 Until I sold D once, each one teach one Sitting in a cell like nigga gon' be something (ah) We doing walk-ups, no drive-bys today (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Eddie V's, jumbo shrimp and filet (and filet) Catch a nigga for his jewels on his worst of days Niggas came back with some big shit, that shit spray (brr, brr, brrt) "Ayo, West, why your neck look like that?" Corduroy toys peekin' out the left wing, we bling joy What's the math on the balance is miraculous 17 karats to my ears, what's gold? That's just embarrassing I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it Look how they saluting me (salute, salute) (let's go, Russ) Whether it's this side or whether it's that side (S.P. the Ghost) Look how they saluting me (salute, salute) (D-Block, yeah) Yeah, kicking on the mic', Mr. Wicked on the mic (wicked) It's a undisputed fact, I ain't slipping on the ice I can be in a snowstorm and feel hot (hot) Yeah, I'm healthy, but I'm the sickest in the site (sickest) Blicker and a knife and some Nikes and some weed I can light Flowing with Russ, beat came from 9th (9th) Told him I'm the tenth one or maybe the first (I just may be) I could kill 'em with a thought or maybe a verse Got the handgun, homie, but it ain't in a purse Not a man bag, thought your man had your back Then he saw me split up your front, have the last ha Me, I'm in LAX Just ran through New York like L.A. next (that's next) M-I-A after that (that's after) Cross me, then it's M.I.A after that (woo) No Ghostbuster, not even with a plasma gat (uh-huh) This a code red, I am a old head (I'm a cold head) Get popped by a skinny chick who riding the moped (get popped) Locked with no dreads (uh-uh) You niggas seen the dread when I'm near Ask stick-up kid, gave you thoroughbred, and I did (I did) Lines, you know I got a brain for war But I'm cool now (I'm cool) 'cause I got a chain of stores Yeah, and we moving health in the hood (we moving health) You salute or you gon' need help in your hood, it's Ghost I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it Look how they saluting me (salute, salute) Whether it's this side or whether it's that side Look how they saluting me (salute, salute)
Writer(s): James Russell Vitale, Patrick Denard Douthit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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