Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Russell Coight, artist - Shadow. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Russell Coight |
| They wanna talk 'bout— |
| The— The— These little dogs don’t want it with— |
| Sin— Sin— Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me— |
| Sin— Sin— Yo |
| They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise |
| These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys |
| Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys |
| All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight |
| They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise |
| These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys |
| Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys |
| All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight |
| Who— Who— Who, when and where? |
| Just name me a time and place |
| If you got a price that I think’s too high |
| You’ll get rolled with a smilin' face (I'm there) |
| Got big dreams, so I got faith |
| Don’t try run or you might get laced |
| Boy, wanna act all hard for the 'Gram? |
| Up in the streets, wanna hide away |
| Pussy (Pussy), got somethin' to spill |
| Thinkin' I won’t, but I will |
| Most of the scene just wants me to jump on Drill |
| Already got that skill (Facts) |
| Stay calm, stay still |
| Jobs get done for the bills, nothin' but real |
| Come a long way from the basement |
| It’s amazing how they stopped getting fucked on the pills |
| And your bitch wanna give me gobbies |
| Got packs on packs in the Ford |
| Everybody know I’m holdin' like commies |
| Can’t trust no one, might go ghost |
| Mind of a psycho, comin' like Tommy |
| Got in a fifty-seven |
| You don’t want war 'cause we do it properly |
| Yeah, 'cause we do it properly |
| They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise |
| These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys |
| Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys |
| All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight |
| They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise |
| These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys |
| Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys |
| All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight |
| I got opps and I dream they die |
| I go hard 'til they free my guys |
| But it hurts when the visit ends |
| And I go knowin' he’ll never leave in five |
| But that’s why I be on grind |
| One day I’ma leave this life |
| As a kid, couldn’t read or write |
| But the math’s on point if you need this white |
| Long— Long— Long drives with F on the M4 |
| These custies never stop beepin' my line |
| What the fuck would I need a friend for? |
| Act— Act like I feel alright |
| But the case I’m facin' makin' my head sore |
| I remember days bein' dead broke |
| Gotta re-up, thinkin', «Where has the rent gone?» |
| Now Versace all in my place |
| Got Medusa face on the bed on my headboard |
| Labels tryna sign me |
| I just had a meeting up on the tenth floor |
| Run up and down stairs itchy |
| Still waiting for me to get more |
| Swear I ain’t made for this rap game |
| I don’t know why I try and pretend for |
| All these washed-up flops give the worst advice |
| But they ain’t done nothin' but bench-warm |
| I done all this shit myself |
| Never had no help, didn’t need no mentor |
| I don’t like being under the spotlight |
| Why they fuck am I on these meds for? |
| My life got mental, my friends all left |
| So now in my head they all dead, gone (Fuck you) |
| Tak— Tak— Takin' trips, but not acid tabs |
| Fifteen fitting machines at the tab |
| Big pack, a rack in a vacuum bag |
| If I slash this plastic, it’s an avalanche |
| Got green and white like a Pakistan flag |
| Just sold a thousand grams while I’m outta town |
| I’m takin' trips like a caravan |
| And if I get grabbed, I won’t speak like Mr. Bean |
| Yeah, that rapper sick, but man iller like Philippines |
| One— One flip, that’s a million streams |
| If you carry this brick for me, you’re taking Tiffany’s |
| just wants to sniff for free |
| Perth city to S-Y-D |
| And— And I been chasin' money since fourteen (Facts) |
| These rappers are like IG before Snapchat |
| They got no stories (No stories) |
| I’m in too deep like Dory |
| I’m in too— in too deep like Dory |
| All— All of the pain that I caused can’t be fixed by morphine |
| Pray— Pray— Pray for me |
| They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise |
| These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys |
| Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys |
| All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight |
| They wanna talk 'bout trappin', stay cappin', block that noise |
| These little dogs don’t want it with gang, I go to war and ride for the boys |
| Since young, got a, mom didn’t want me playin' with toys |
| All grown up, now we in Oz doin' them trips like Russell Coight |