Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lapped , by - Russ. Release date: 14.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lapped |
| I get my inspiration from my own potential |
| Fuck yo taste I know what’s hot I got my own credentials |
| I’m going crescendo |
| Off my own instrumentals |
| So I don’t want your beats |
| I’m in the game you’re in the stands |
| I don’t want your seats |
| I’m heating up |
| Peep my numbers |
| Discovered around the world like Columbus |
| I’m the one it’s been determined by my confidence |
| Always down to politic like show me what the offer is |
| Buzz startin to build like who brought Russ into the offices? |
| Accomplishments been stacking kinda' nicely as of late |
| But I’m tryna' get this flyin to get this dying to get this cake |
| Coulda signed and been on tour with your favorite independent |
| But imma' boss and a boss respects that |
| I’ll be patient for my entrance |
| Cause the quicker you come in |
| Is the quicker that you exit |
| The more you fight the process |
| Is the less you really let it |
| Unfold how it’s spose to |
| But let me pause the coaching |
| Cause my Spanish chick just rolled through |
| Don’t get cold feet baby I know you got on snow shoes |
| But come here let me coax you |
| Got a little liquor and I guess that we can smoke too |
| I tried to put her on but she don’t believe enough |
| She ain’t that rough she ain’t a rider she’s not eve enough |
| But she’s naive enough |
| To make me get unruly |
| Make me wanna' kick her out my car like I was Gucci |
| But I’m George Clooney in Oceans 11 |
| I’m tryna' pull this caper off |
| Smirk at all the skeptics |
| Piss all of my neighbors off |
| And by neighbors I mean peers |
| And by peers I mean people who doubted me over the years |
| Cause I was living out their fears |
| This is that no excuses |
| Make a movement or get lapped |
| I couldn’t do a 9−5 |
| I felt like that was just a trap |
| I’m not racing round with rats |
| For a little piece of cheese |
| Imma' build my own factory |
| Retire at 33 |
| I’m just rhyming on an island |
| Just tryna' get this mutha' fukkin' guap |
| This is for the young ones on they shit |
| No, no excuses |
| Young ones really on they no excuses |
| Oh yeah, no excuses |
| I never making no excuses |
| Young ones really on they shit, yeah |
| Young ones really on they shit, yeah |
| Oo-ooo no excuses |