Paddington Freestyle

I feel like I'm outrapping everyone dawg
Haha!
Yeah, I do it, fuck y'all
C'mon

Everything sounding stairless, time to freshen up (For real)
Y'all got skill, but I can y'all not obsessed enough
I don't flex enough, add to cart, spent 300K on art
My catalogue's a money tree, 'til I sell the beats, this shit's the start
I got too pure of a heart, that's why I'm good on y'all
I'm playing 'til my hair is falling out
Like watching Drew Gooden ball (Ha!)
Zero to ninety in a flash, tore my calf
From running so many businesses, fuck it theyll get the cash
I'm past the point where y'alls opinions hold weight
Although I still be trying to fight back like I'm José
My jewellers do those yellow diamonds to my neck
That's a cold plate
Inside of my universe, me and God like to role-play
My whole career's been a road game
The boos fucked me up but now my tolerance is so great (Yeah)
.08, became my flow state, it's blissful
They not who they think they are, I bets these dudes is wishful
Hits I gotta list for, and I'm still adding
Cops switching up their words, 'peaking Pig Latin
I been rapping, y'all are late, they screaming "We want Russ"
Keep my exes out my space, like I'm Elon Musk
My trajectories are rocky
Follow my heart in a game that only follow talkers
They told me I should stop, I told 'em stop it
They were staring at the line, I went along and crossed it
So whatever meaning that line might've had, it just lost it
I don't do the deal if it don't feel right
I just turned down more money that you've made, this is real life
Y'all let them down the wrong path, I'm giving people real light
My body might be muzzy, but my spirit is Shaquille height
Do it like I'm Phil Knight, I'm business oriented
I'm thirty-million past the part that said my story ended
Bitches hanging onto nothing, at this point they need a doctor (They do)
Bugus writing movies on the jet, we winning Oscars
Sold out concerts, past six weeks I made six-million dollars (Sheesh)
I'm a stand-up guy, you need to work on your posture (Facts)
People trying to breach the peace
The loudest boos come from the cheapest seats
I reached my peak? No I didn't, you just hating
My dreams are unfolding as we speak, I'm just waiting
Elevating, I'm jet-lagged, wheatgrass for the rainfall
Swear the whole rap game makes the same song
People selling out for money and a few clicks
Am I the only one who still cares about the music? (For real)
In this dirty ass game being the purest (Uh-huh)
It really feels like being a tourist
Although I think it finally looks like a circus, it's headed out of town
'Cause your fans grew up, no more parties where the clown co-workers trying to fuck
I probably shouldn't answer, 'cause you don't wanna shit where you sleep, like Amber Heard
Fuck paramaters, I been scratchin the surface
Need a manicure, my manager's in Morocco drinking tea with organic herbs
Put out Handsomer, went Top 40
For the first time, now I'm hearing bizarre stories
That the labels probably started in pathetic attempt
To discourage independent artists, for real
I know that my success is really stessing y'all
'Cause more of me means less of y'all, I get it y'all