Russ — Sore Losers

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[Intro]
Yeah
Bm                              Em
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
                                      Bm
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah

[Verse]
Em
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's arena talk
Bm
You still on your Training Day, you Ethan Hawke
Em
Rappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicks
            Bm
Instead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minute
       Em
We are not side by side, ain't no split-screen image
     Bm
I'ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket
           C
I'm just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with it
           G
I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot
       Em
I got blitzkrieg critics
They ain't wastin' no time
             Bm
But I ain't wastin' no money, so I pay 'em no mind
         Em
That's a lie, I be snappin'
                                            Bm
That's my fault, I'm adjustin' to people spreadin' lies about me
Just hatin' and judging
         Em
For the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout
               Bm
Shit's been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth
         C
Put my home in the South, 10K square feet
            G
Name your favorite rappers now, let's play "where's he?"
          Em
Probably chasin' a hit, probably lost in LA
          Bm
Probably paying for likes, probably paying for plays
          Em
Probably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador
          Bm
Business manager furious, like "What the fuck did you spend that for?"
Em
Fuck y'all though, I'ma keep on winnin'
       Bm
I got angels all around me, y'all can keep on sinnin'
                C
'Cause ain't no way y'all are fuckin' up my light light
              G
I spent two million just on taxes, somethin' light light
      Em
In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don
        Bm
Writin' songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on
     Em
You gotta see it way before it happens, yes yes
Bm
I'ma be the greatest, I won't settle for next best
Em
Got your girl in her birthday suit, that's best dressed
Bm
Plus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneres
C
First class Emirates that's how I'm flyin'
G
SUVs on the tarmac, that's how I'm arrivin'
Em
Presidential treatment, ooh this life so good
       Bm
White skin, they can't believe that I got friends in the hood
           Em
I know the love songs and melodies throw y'all off
             Bm
Don't give a fuck about your face tats, we know y'all soft
      Em
People we know with face tats got them for a reason
     Bm
You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reachin'
C
A lot of kids are poppin' xans and sippin' lean now
G
A lot of rappers using Instagram to teach how
Em
A lot of kids OD'ed that you don't read 'bout
Bm
'Cause they don't follow rappers, they just follow fiends now
Em
But I'm the bad guy for callin' it out
           Bm
I come in clutch with the truth, y'all are stallin' it out
       Em
I only get in trouble when I say the truth
                  Bm
Which means you gettin' fed lies everyday, you fools
          C
Do your research before you try and speak on my name
          G
Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the chains
Em
The beats classic, I amaze myself
       Bm
I'm a boss, I'm a owner, yeah I pay myself
         Em
Fuck the capes of society, I saved myself
      Bm
Even after all the millions bitch, I stayed myself
         Em
I still take my mom with me, Bugus still right here
Bm
New people think my buzz got here in a lightyear
C
Fuck y'all, this ain't a Toy Story
G
I eat Nigerian, save some moimoi for me
Em
Yeah, lot of y'all girls I coulda hit
              Bm
But I'm the type to pass the pussy to stay home and cut a hit
 Em
Never fuck a chick at her house, she got exes
Bm
I just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits
Em
Cameras at the entrance
Try if you want to
Bm
Bugus told me, "God forbid they get you, I got you"
C
I'm an idol, people treat me like Billy
             G
Singin' and rappin' goin' platinum, people treat me like Drizzy
          Em
Take the studio with me
Set up shop in the telly
                Bm
I've watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like Belly
            Em
There ain't shit you can tell me, you can save that shit
       Bm
Fake convos before favors, I hate that shit
Em
Yesterday turned down a 150,000
                  Bm
I ain't trippin' 'bout it
I get that every week like allowance
           C
From my independent catalog
                        G
Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'Bron
                           Em
Stay in your lane, this is big business
                 Bm
Move bitch, get back like Chris Bridges
                  Em
I remember only sellin' like six tickets
                      Bm
Now I make the girls crazy like Sid Vicious
                     Em
I coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truths
                         Bm
Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool
             Em
But it's not in me to be fake, I can't do it
            Bm
I can see through it, man this game is translucent
               Em
They twist the truth for the headline drama
                Bm
Clicks create traffic, traffic creates dollars
          Em
The sheep believe it, they ain't up on game yet
        Bm
Smooth rides ain't as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn)
Em
Controversy is currency, controversy is clout
Bm
That's why my haters keep my name in their mouth
            C
Y'all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion
       G
It's hard to stop my movement when I'm already in motion
Em
This ain't luck, this is by design
         Bm
I had to work in the dark for my light to shine
         Em
A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon
           Bm
A lot of rappers go broke, 'cause they got rich too soon (damn)
Em
My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for some
Bm
It forces them to look around and see what they haven't done
C
That's a line for any hater, y'all are mad at yourselves
G
Judging every move I make, y'all distractin' yourselves
Em
You could do this shit too if you wanted
     Bm
But you would rather sit around and bitch and make comments
Em
Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable
Bm
I'm country-hoppin' in a jet, that's the visual
Em
I saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannel
Bm
I bet on myself, yeah I had to gamble
C
I feel like I'm half god, half mammal
G
Bitch I turned my life into the Travel Channel
Em
I'm not home, I'm in Stockholm
             Bm
With heated floors and the beds with the soft foam
           Em
It's like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads out
 Bm
Every time I big myself up, they get stressed out
Em
I'm the best out, yeah I said it
      Bm
Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits
C
I'm the best out, yeah I said it
      G
Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits

[Outro]
         Em
Bitch, yeah
                    Bm
Produced, mixed, mastered

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