Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Journey, artist - Russ. Date of issue: 05.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Journey |
| Yeah, ooh |
| The hotel room, always workin' |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Out in California countin' up my blessings |
| Only 24 with a multi million dollar pension |
| Off my catalogue |
| That’s 'cause I’m a don like Cheadle |
| 'Cause I’m on |
| And I got more songs than the Beatles, woah |
| That’s a stretch? |
| Yeah, I guess |
| But you get the jist |
| Laughin' at the skeptics 'cause |
| I always knew I’d get this rich |
| Family knew and Bugus knew |
| That’s probably about it |
| Quicker you come in the game |
| The quicker you go out it |
| Y’all ain’t really 'bout shit |
| Y’all ain’t got no substance |
| Yea I heard your little viral song |
| Some fun, dumb shit |
| Some one month shit |
| You’re a seasonal rapper |
| You a bitch the world fucks |
| 'Cause we leavin you after |
| Don’t hit my phone with some stupid shit |
| That’s not why I gave you my new number, you stupid bitch |
| Delete and block you |
| I don’t have to, but I want to |
| I’m just trimming the fat |
| Haters drowning in doubt |
| Meanwhile I’m swimming in cash |
| I was never cool with y’all, don’t try to link up now |
| Because my train left the station, but it’s a brink’s truck now |
| I switch up styles |
| Like I was dating Badu |
| It’s common to hate on the truth |
| I’m carving my name on the roof of |
| Hip Hop then breakin on through |
| To the otherside like Jim Morrison |
| Guzzlin' gin wondering if I drink more than him |
| Scary thought |
| I got the juice like Barry Bonds |
| I ain’t tryna blend in like white kids with sperrys on |
| You’re faker than these rappers who keep tryna claim indie |
| Major connections millions behind you |
| You’re not indie |
| Get offended, then I got you by Hip-Hops' collar |
| 'Cause Bugus told me that only a hit-dog hollers |
| Top dollars what they pay me for the flows now-a-days |
| Free weed, free women, free clothes now-a-days |
| All we got is time, so my time is my investor |
| I’m single, so I save money and live better |
| I need my plaques advanced |
| Tell the RIAA |
| Underrated and overlooked |
| Yes but never underpaid |
| Blew up off the web like Peter Parker |
| Went from flying 32 °F |
| To private jets getting chartered |
| This is my departure |
| Use to think it was delayed |
| 'Till I let go of the wheel and let my faith fly my plane |
| That’s when I started taking off |
| Millions in my bank account |
| Manifested everything |
| Became what I would think about |
| 20,000 dollars for the show is what I’m making now |
| And that’s just the guarantee |
| Before the merch and meet and greets |
| And that’s only accurate as of today |
| I’m St. Louis with my hoes fly 'em back to LA |
| That’s when I’m there 'cause really lately I’ve been all over |
| Studios my gym I lift my family up I’m all shoulders |
| I fall forward I don’t ever fail |
| I went from past due bills |
| To 50 bands I’m getting better mail |
| Every sale I make I keep 100% |
| I put in overtime cuz momma owes 100 in debt |
| That’s low ballin' |
| No calling my phone I’m in Greece |
| Self pressures at my neck |
| Aegean Sea at my feet |
| Took my mom around the world |
| My bucket list is ever changing |
| Women wet on arrival fuckin' chicks is better famous |
| I’m poppin from the Southside to the Sudan |
| This time last year mom applied for a food stamps yeah |
| And now it’s Michelin star restaurants in every country new guala |
| The only one in the whole place below 40 with two commas |
| I Love the way I did it |
| Can’t nobody tell me shit |
| 'Cause ain’t nobody make me hot |
| And ain’t nobody make me rich |
| Hope that cash that your flashings been provisioned for your taxes |
| 'Cause the IRS is watching |
| Flossing could be problematic |
| You should chill, act like you’ve seen some money before |
| I can’t date a chick that’s never left the country before |
| So take your bra off, put your hair up |
| Put my hoodie on |
| Eyes are windows to the soul |
| Yours say «put me on» |
| I got you baby every morning like I’m mark McGrath |
| And your body and my hands is my next collab |
| I’m texting back but not enough because my life is popping |
| You hop from dude to dude and club to club |
| I’m island hoppin' |
| Reminiscin' back before I had one track |
| Back when I would put a half a gram in blunt wraps |
| When me and Bugus got so high before our graduation |
| I think I got too high, I don’t remember graduatin' |
| Laughing thinking fuck diplomas I got plaques now |
| Use to celebrate 1,000 plays looking back now |
| I realize that the journey is everything |
| There ain’t no destination man the journey is everything |
| Looking back I realize the journey is everything |
| Ain’t no destination man the journey is everything |