Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Utah Freestyle, artist - Russ.
Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Utah Freestyle |
Damn, this beat is crazy |
Who made??? |
Oh, I did, haha |
Let me just update |
I’ve been balancin' my chakras in the mountains out in Utah |
I know I’m the greatest, that’s the energy I move off |
I don’t even gotta play the game like Luol |
To still get paid more than you all |
I might buy a new loft just to entertain hoes |
I rarely fuck with white chicks, but shout out to the Wayans bros |
Every woman’s beautiful, I’m just givin' personal stats |
A real boss, I fund it from my personal stash |
I’ma touch a hundred million by thirty-five (No doubts) |
And next year I’m goin' platinum like thirty times (Uh-huh) |
And if my twenties told me anything (What?) |
It’s stay away from pople who put money over verything |
That’s a liability, me and doubt severed the ties |
I be talkin' to myself to get expert advice |
Can’t be stuck in the past and put my heart in a trance |
When I stumble, I’m aware, that’s just part of the dance |
Prosperity, that’s the clear visual, right? |
Got my girl tapped into her spiritual side |
I’m the G.O.A.T, I give people hope |
I make people feel like they’re rich when they’re broke |
I’m slittin' rappers' throats, kill 'em all, fuck 'em (Fuck 'em) |
If you don’t show love 'til I’m dead you gettin' jumped, and |
I’ll be cheerin' them on from my casket (Ha) |
Haven’t seen a rapper who’s talked shit that we gave a pass yet |
Access, I still got the same as the major labels |
They wait 'til you got a table, then they take the table |
Through the speakers, I give life to the dreamers, so it’s deeper |
I don’t got fans, I got believers |
Put my face on t-shirt, I ain’t even dead yet |
Just made a hundred thousand, I ain’t even leave my bed yet |
Nothing went right, so I went left |
To myself I said, «Yes,» a B is in my head and my headrest |
Women fall in love with me |
Bosses know what’s up with me |
You don’t gotta fuck with me, I fuck with me |
Luckily I’m free, regardless if they mass-hated |
Unlike most of these rappers who economically are castrated |
'Cause y’all don’t own your music, y’all don’t have a fuckin' voice |
'Til a promoter hires y’all, y’all are unemployed |
Livin' check to check, that could never be me |
Like Hov said, «Own your own or you can never be free |
,» stupid |
The level up is what y’all currently watchin' |
Y’all are regional, me, I’ve been currency swappin' |
Y’all are seasonal, me, bitch, I’m currently poppin' |
I got the power so you know at times the journey’s exhaustin' |
My bank account’s a fat bastard |
I’m a member of some gold and platinum plaques |
I ain’t lyin', Matt Stafford |
The bag snatcher, last laugher, ass slapper |
Pressed a couple whack rappers |
This game is full of backstabbers, not back scratchers |
When my back itched, I had to use the wall and bounce back after |
Ridin' in the Ghost, ask Casper |
Model givin' throat, she don’t got a gag factor |
The gas that I own could fill a whole grass pasture |
My story isn’t finished, this is not the last chapter |
Your money’s young, it’s too short, dawg, you got a bad password |
The devil’s in disguise, can’t use your eyes to unmask her |
Gotta trust your gut, listen to your intuition |
I’m the shit the game’s missin', ya-dee, ya-dee |
Y’all get it, ha |
CHOMP 2 on the way, maybe I’ll put this on there, I don’t know |