Russ Hall - Hussell Russell, Pt. 2 (feat. Nuke Franklin)

Umm Mr. Hall
I want a diamond ring
I want a gold plated herringbone
I want a halo over my motherfucking head
I want a wedding ring
I want a Range Rover
Why the fuck I ain't got none of this shit on my checklist yet?
You bitch ass nigga
Aye
I keep it one hundred
Me myself and now they know it's us
Sliding through my head up
I'm fed up with fucking up
They looking over me like I ain't the illest one to buckle up
It's cold as fuck and dark outside
No crying hoe just bundle up
We outchea for the midnight haul until the sun come up
Tell me if you ever seen a nigga with his hustle up
Hustle Up
Hustle Up
Get his hustle up
Tell me if you ever seen a
With his hustle
Yea
Look at me now
I feel like I got em
They know that I started from bottom
I'm back as a problem
I'm leaning on everything God don put in place this so vital
Middle finger high to the rivals
This shit here just survival
I don't talk in circles I let it be known
We don't idolize the idols
I'm on a crash course to that paper
Playa haters can't erase us
The bank statements always been a goal chase feeling like God gon place us
To the peak of that mountain top
Avoiding that paddy wagon my ambition it don't stop
Nigga ya know I
Count it up
Spend it
Stack it
Then repeat
I'm back on my feet
They know what I need for me to feed the streets
The boy is blessed don't put defeat on me
Please
Fuck keeping the peace 
I'm upping the piece 
To blow em to pieces 
Bambi the reason
Some of these rappers start falling off like I'm controlling the seasons 
Better believe it
You ain't a demon 
More like a diva 
Can't let shit slide today I gotta get even 
Too many reasons 
For me to run a check up 
Been sick like I'm next up for a check up 
Get yo plate 8 for the next 10 summers 
Ghetto rockstar niggas betta move like Will Smith coming 
You a benchwarmer hoe I'm in the paint like Andre Drummond 
Been dope niggas tried to hide it like the K-9s coming 
Big dawg let my nuts hangs know I still ain't budging 
Never no budget fuck it
Nigga don't hustle for nothing
Better believe I'm a touch it
Mo money mo problems til them seams start bussin'
Fuck all the fussin'
The currency current again I'm making amends the faces is straight
I had to get all of mine, you know when it's time, I'm paving a way
Big dawg, big Shit
Baby I'm on my way
Got my new shit on spin
Steppin' all in yo face
A-ten-hut 
Wait till I pull that Benz up
Hoe I got my ends up 
Bitter niggas wanna end us 
With his ribs touching how he end up 
Sipping Belaire in a pent house got a IG model bent up 
Had to dub back 
Let me tap twice 
The silver lining 
Golden child
Aura brighter than a flash light 
Oh no 
New flow 
Turn the booth to a grave site
Dead on arrival 
That's for the rivals 
Right hand on the Bible 
Ego as big as the Eiffel 
Yeah Nigga I know
Aye
I keep it one hundred
Me myself and now they know it's us

Written by:
Jerold Hall, Stanley Edwards

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