Jsteezzy - Russian Creme Lyrics

Niggas be the type wanna see me fall
Burn my bridge till they see me crash
Burn my spliff just to feel these words
Smoking whole damn zip just to re these laps
Shit I gotta learn when I can't do sum
Can't get through sum who is down when it's bad
Doubting the people will question will my skill
Still question the worth is he this is he that
All he ever wanna do is smoke his Cush
All he ever try to do is keep his peace
All he ever need to do is roll this wood
And to keep his foot ten toed till crease
All a nigga wanted was my pockets filled like stockings like this was Christmas Eve
Talking got so much money up in my wallet you could call it obese
Need to find a genie who grant my wish
Wish I chill and love my bitch
Wish I drown all in some drip
Ride through the town inna brand new whip
Wish I could go cash out onna project plan for building my own damn crib
Need that shit as ego big
With a court and stu right where I live
Boa on my kids
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice
Guess that I'm
A man with many desires
Who being the plug for the playlist supplier
Yet I'm still reminded I need to climb higher
And reach a new limit beyond that I'm tired
A rappers who think they legit shit imma make em admit
While displaying the purest of writing
And niggas who think they the shit they be changing up like indecisive I'll get you new Diapers
Wish I can stop all the goddamn violence
Fuck that imma be a goddamn shooter
Better half the dough when I ask for the bead or yo lil shordy dead don't she work at Hooters
Straight from the land where the black man values less when alive and more when he Dead
Wish I could kill all the damn racist
Wish I can know what my true race is
I'm higher in value I'm talking bout way up
You higher the volume when Steezzy gon play up
For niggas who sleeping I need you to wake up
And roll outta bed and go roll you some shake up
He think he best so he need you to pay up
Than all of the rest so get outta the way of
The godly almighty the one who gon stay up
You'll never defeat me the reason he gave up
My writing be easy be feeling like lay up
He thought he could beat me I told him to wait up
She calling me Steezzy cause way that I came up
You gotta believe me I'm keeping it straight up
I'm knowing you need me but we need to break up
You can't even see me no cena no face up
I keep it completely you need to go raise up
My styling so neatly you needing a shape up
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice

Niggas be the type wanna see me fall
Burn my bridge till they see me crash
Burn my spliff just to feel these words
Smoking whole damn zip just to re these laps
Shit I gotta learn when I can't do sum
Can't get through sum who is down when it's bad
Doubting the people will question will my skill
Still question the worth is he this is he that
All he ever wanna do is smoke his Cush
All he ever try to do is keep his peace
All he ever need to do is roll this wood
And to keep his foot ten toed till crease
All a nigga wanted was my pockets filled like stockings like this was Christmas Eve
Talking got so much money up in my wallet you could call it obese
Need to find a genie who grant my wish
Wish I chill and love my bitch
Wish I drown all in some drip
Ride through the town inna brand new whip
Wish I could go cash out onna project plan for building my own damn crib
Need that shit as ego big
With a court and stu right where I live
Boa on my kids
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice
Guess that I'm
A man with many desires
Who being the plug for the playlist supplier
Yet I'm still reminded I need to climb higher
And reach a new limit beyond that I'm tired
A rappers who think they legit shit imma make em admit
While displaying the purest of writing
And niggas who think they the shit they be changing up like indecisive I'll get you new Diapers
Wish I can stop all the goddamn violence
Fuck that imma be a goddamn shooter
Better half the dough when I ask for the bead or yo lil shordy dead don't she work at Hooters
Straight from the land where the black man values less when alive and more when he Dead
Wish I could kill all the damn racist
Wish I can know what my true race is
I'm higher in value I'm talking bout way up
You higher the volume when Steezzy gon play up
For niggas who sleeping I need you to wake up
And roll outta bed and go roll you some shake up
He think he best so he need you to pay up
Than all of the rest so get outta the way of
The godly almighty the one who gon stay up
You'll never defeat me the reason he gave up
My writing be easy be feeling like lay up
He thought he could beat me I told him to wait up
She calling me Steezzy cause way that I came up
You gotta believe me I'm keeping it straight up
I'm knowing you need me but we need to break up
You can't even see me no cena no face up
I keep it completely you need to go raise up
My styling so neatly you needing a shape up
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice
I need me a joint that you smoke to and vibe
Talking I ain't even rolled up and I'm feeling that high
Wish these niggas would figure my rhythm so fye
Drop an album it simmers till people see spice