Russ – Stockholm Syndrome (ft. KXNG CROOKED) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2020-11-17

Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music (Mp3 Download)

Russ returns with “Stockholm Syndrome” featuring KXNG CROOKED. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Russ.

Russ Stockholm Syndrome

Russ Stockholm Syndrome

Last night, Russ flipped the script and shared his brand new CHOMP EP last night, effectively piecing together a love letter to hip-hop’s roots. Boasting a guest-appearance lineup of Ab-Soul, Busta Rhymes, Alchemist, DJ Premier, Black Thought, Benny The Butcher, and KXNG Crooked, Russ’ latest finds him rapping at an elite level, effectively holding his own alongside some of the game’s elite lyricists. Nowhere is that more evident than off the rip on “Stockholm Syndrome,” a self-produced banger that finds Russ and Crooked snapping in an unhinged fashion.

At this point, it’s safe to say that Russ has become an industry thought leader, espousing the importance of ownership and understanding his own position in popularizing such a mentality. He’s quick to issue reminders throughout his incendiary verse, taunting those who failed to heed his warnings. “I’ve made M after M, you not a boss you get your percent after them,” he spits. “That’s rough, money slowing up no more audience / The Fashion Nova ads and Onlyfans made it obvious.”

Russ – Stockholm Syndrome (ft. KXNG CROOKED) (prod. Russ)


[Intro: Russ]
After this I don’t even wanna talk to people, you feel me?
Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me just get right to it, yeah
Come on

[Verse 1: Russ]
This is bigger than a post with an irrelevant caption
This is organized knowledge and intelligent action
This is since ‘06
Tryna create legacy
Boss talks stocks real estate and equity
You fake pat beverlys
Always tryna shut down Russ
You foul stay the fuck from round us
Cuz you can’t fuck with me
So you lie instead
You lazy you blacc chyna head
But I can’t give em clout that’s a courtesy bag
Can’t forget how bad I wanted what I currently have
Selective memory I’m blocking all the bad games out
Even tho I got more fuck ups than a halfway house
But since the masks came out
I’ve made M after M
You not a boss you get your percent after them
That’s rough
Money slowin up no more audience
The fashionnova ads and onlyfans made it obvious
I’m sorry but I’m not
My sentiment is
Is y’all stay throwin shots
So you gon get what you give
Fuck you
Back then right now and tomorrow
I’m high in Africa smokin Kilimanjaro
Imma young god but still I bleed
So I don’t post where I’m at until I leave
They killin black people like it’s nothin
Actually it’s past the point of killing this is hunting
Gotta do something
Gotta do my part
So I went and raised a half a million for the cause
Shoutout to the ones on the frontlines gettin they fight on
I’m talkin bout tamika
I’m talkin bout Mysonne
I’m keepin the lights on
For my whole damn family
So I don’t give a fuck if some hoes can’t stand me
I still want Grammys
Tell the chapters
Artists go broke cuz they sell their masters
You a player I’m an owner so I’m richer than most
How you diss me in a song and you sittin in coach
The audacity
I’m getting tired of y’all
Keep it real
Deep down I’m inspiring y’all
The show biz says don’t plan real idiots
My goal is buy land build businesses
My lawyer and my manager are Ashkanazi
Building empires like Ghazi Shami
Skins real smooth but my wrist is rocky
I don’t want the pussy if you drink Dasani
Lookin in the mirror like I knew we’d make it
500,000 for the boosie bracelet
Another 100,000 for the MJ hoops
Success came true
Different colors I know you gonna remember these eyes
I could give a fuck less if an enemy dies
Fuck them
Fuck you
Hut one hut two
Set hike hand it off to myself run thru
All the obstacles
I’m always callin audibles
My come up is phenomenal
I feel like I’m responsible for artists tryna do it they own way
Move at they own pace
It’s you vs you dawg you runnin your own race
I’m locked in
After this I’m top 10
Dead or alive
You better decide
Which side of the fence you reside
Cuz I don’t fuck with the back and forth
I make a bitch go get it like a Labrador
I’m a platinum plaque ambassador
Cuz I don’t got one career dawg I mastered four
But I’m not done yet
The critical thought is
The industry is run by invisible bosses
Through the midst of the fog I can see what’s true
Only way to beat the game is don’t play it fuck you

[Interlude: KXNG Crooked]
Come on, man, we playin’ a whole ‘nother game, right Russ?
Ayo, I remember listenin’ to your shit on SoundCloud
You in jets now
Tell these niggas how them clouds sounds, since they at it backwards, hahaha

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
One of the best to ever do it, on G-O-D
Twenty plus in the game, yellin’, “C-O-B”
‘Cause the industry is all about who dicks who
Who broomsticks who
With no vaseline, they just move shit through
Nigga, who is you? They gon’ screw him too
You came into this game to be a cool rich dude
Eatin’ Ruth Chris food, buy your new bitch the new Shih Tzu
But the true issue, they gon’ treat you like a Rubik’s Cube
Then they kickin’ you out, quicker than jiu jitsu
Nigga, boo hoo-hoo
Ain’t nobody cryin’ when all of a sudden your career doesn’t exist
Couple of hits, you don’t know, got you stuck in the ditch
Wonderin’ if, you should end it all, cuttin’ your wrists
Sick of diggin’ in your pockets, touchin’ nothin’ but lint
Wonderin’ where the fuck your publishin’ went a 100% to the company
And now you livin’ under a bench
Unless a nigga like Hov wanna come to a brother defense
Poor us, only the money can kill us
Jimmy Henchman, puttin’ coke on the tour bus
The allure of gettin’ rich is what lured us
Into that trap of bein’ rappers slash trappers
If they clap us, the label is gettin’ fat, ’cause
They assure us but ensured us that we would get a piece of the pie
Seem like we got the green light to die (Sure does)
I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin’ hit note
Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, ’til I was sick, yo
Hit the one up out the window
Didn’t know how to get home, when I did though
I would tip-toe to my crib ‘fore I let the shit pour
To my bottle then it was Guantánamo
I would get low like a schizo’, Skid Row
Drinkin’ myself in the grave, depressed person
Now I don’t chase Henny, I chase the best version
Of myself, hoppin’ in the CLS swervin’
Rims so big, look I’m in an Excursion
I’m hardworkin’ and God workin’
Like a heart surgeon, my heart’s urgin’
I was good to contain now I’m Geordi La Forge
Slaveship to the spaceship, damn I’m LeVar Burton
Open the stargate and I meet you with ISIS
Wrote a letter to Suge sayin’, “I’m still the nicest”
‘Til it’s over, I’ll be grippin’ the pistolas
Sippin’ some crip cola, right where Killer Mike is
Leavin’ the mic’ lifeless that’s what’s killin’ mics is
Hail to the lyricist, we’re gonna be from the Genesis
Your emphasis is money but you really just a dummy
The labels, the ventriloquists, here’s what the real advice is
Before the jewelry, get some real estate
Put some lawyer money up like you dealin’ weight
Keep it a hunnid, G, whoever wanna eat
Tell ’em all, “Bring somethin’ to the dinner plate” (Word)
Get your credit straight, nigga, meditate
Keep a shooter that’ll never ever hesitate (Boom, boom)
Remember this jewel in the future
Keep one step like Medusa, ahead of snakes

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