Uploaded December 2021 | Updated September 2026, 16 hours ago

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-The Original is by Russ Feat. Big Sean, Wale, & Joey BadA$$ On CHOMP 2 Listen here: youtube.com/watch?v=tJAZqV29DZ4
Lyrics:
Composition filled back to back
Front to back
Enough to stack
Twin towers over your money stack
I never skipped rocks in Rockville
Never bagged grams in G-burg
I don’t s*** where I lay
Chips adding up
Y’all know where I stay
And I rep erryday
I’m molding cash with just clay
Fast money on the way
Like Andela andela
Had a triage of p****
Before any booking In my bio
No chain on
But my game cold As Cryo
I’m seeing every angle like kaleidoscope
Claw my way to a new balance
Without a Interscope
The game need saving
I’m the antidote
I’m the only n**** in the game not signed
That can see this with a blindfold
I’m the best as far as I know
My life story like Hercules
Meets Hova
I’m born and bred for B’s
I grew up with beans and soda
Pillow case and blanket
Behind the sofa
Prolly coulda hooped at Hofstra
N***** sign they name between the jaws of a crocodile
What it Lacoste ya
My life did a one eighty so fast
It’s hard to crack a smile
So here’s a note to myself
They left me to drown
I’m swimming good as Michael Phelps

Note To Self

How the team gon reach em
Only n**** on the team without the team sneakers
Only name getting screamed in the bleachers
Only n**** the jokes fell on
Now witness millions falling on my lap
I pray I live long

Scar on my right knee
How I still jump man
Seen a essay on the ground
getting jumped
I never jumped the man
Gave a helping hand
Keep the peace like the Buddha man
I’m painting Mona Lisa’s
Y’all doodling
N***** Scrappy I’m Scooby
Big dog with a doobie
Nubian skin
By the bars Far from newbie
Crossing league n***** in the drew league
I’m league bound
like a one and done
They used to laugh at my dreams
now the plan looking well done
Had a quarter and a dream
I never flipped
Look what the well done
I grew into a man
This a mil walk
I let the boys run

I had fame before the turkey trots
Clout ain’t a ticking clock
I’m ringing more bells
Than brotherly love
Son of god son of kings
Born the same day as Bronny
No Jersey sure but I’m balling
Without my fathers rings
They wish I crash
Cause I’m a star
Watch out for asteroids

A look at my future will burn your eyes
Some rather be handed than earn the prize
I went through some s*** now I’m lord of fly
I been Hustling
Since my pub hairs were peach fuzz
I wasn’t born to die
Just look at my veins
Blue blood they can’t touch the boy
Bullet proof whenever hate deployed
I’m the one that god anointed
Note to self I’m coming back for it all
Like I’m double jointed

Note To Self

I Used to walk to work
with the sun high
Down in Florida
Getting chased by law and order
Name on warrants But all they caught was dust
Thankful for the god I trust
Now every beat got my footprint
A-town stomping on the beat
I need a foot shrink
I’m passed those days
In a blow out
on the bench is where my asshole stayed
If you ain’t hear it before
My skin a Virgil shade

Realized the pressure
Never made me flawed
I’m dropping gems jewels
A rough diamond never flay with flaw
I’ll always pick up if you call

Out of touch but reachable
My breakdowns were not a crutch
Every moment was teachable
F***** around and gave myself a bonus
A life worth living
I carry big cahones
I’m no hero out the books but I’ve felt like it
The Mask that embraced my face
kept me alive like a life jacket
In this life of taxes and tax brackets
Be tactical and tactful of ya assets
Asses ya process
protect ya progress
This ain’t a stroke of genius
It’s a ink cartridge
My upbringing brought bugaboos
S*** no longer bugs me I’m through
Caterpillar Cocooned
To a butter smooth goon

Note to self

One track mind on every track
I’m very sharp like every tack
Destination varies for others
Keeper of my brother
The bottoms crowded the middles smothered
I’m a lethal weapon like Danny glover
only Donald I acknowledge Gambino
Ducking police
Gambino
seen it all I need the C-notes
High C no
It’s a juice world
pour the Clicquot
Top shelf
can’t fade the rail road
Straight and narrow
When a pitchfork
on the main road
They on a high chair
They silver spoon fed
Eating home cooking
While I’m cooking books
You can wake in bed
Before the baker burn his bread
I’ll make some Ms with hooks
Either that
or I crook look
I’m stacking blues like red cafe
Stomach full of Mafe
Call me MOR or hefe
Full speed no hesi
So much IP
it cause a headache

I feel like KD
I’m me I do me
And I chill
End of the shot clock watch this shot
Ima drill
Give the fans chills I’m advanced still
This a easy snipe
Just a flush no windmill
Learned a lot in the hill
Growing up with paper foil grills
I only speaks facts
I don’t talk that rat tat tat
I only speaks facts
I don’t talk that rat tat tat

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