Correction Lyrics WHAT ARE YALL (Remix) by Russ

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Ay, get em off me, I told em to move back
Came in the game fast wiithout doin' a viral dance
Lotta y'all be straight clones & I'm just stating the facts
Lotta y'all be gettin' mad & tweet it in all caps
But - nevermind that I'm on one
Came back and heard the music, got me askin' "What y'all done?"
Look ay, I put the work in, home factory workin'
Writing this page, turning, cause everyday I be learnin'
One thing after the next, no second best, you better guess
I'm here for years to come without feelin' a heavy chest
Yeah, I'm set, I completed all my reps
And slowly took all the steps to be ahead of the rest
Underdog up in my City when really I be a Vet
Seven years up in the game and still ain't outta my breath
Who's next? Please stop the comparisons
Your favorite rappers don't even rap & it's embarra**ing
I'm tier two, almost one, & I'mma get there
Tape droppin' soon, it's really a breath of fresh air
Lookout for what the prophet sees, my craft has been a prophecy
Rappin' my a** off so I can stack up what the profit sees
I been widit, my question is "What are y'all?"
Just some clout chasin' pussies but we knew that all along
And we not fooled, trust me we not cool
Don't be callin' me yo brother cause we went to the same school
Cause - it's really corny if you fakin' a connection
You tryna be accepted but get to feelin' resentment
So well - be yourself, don't give a f**k about a hater
Don't hate me for where you're at, hate the game, not the player
It's really so simple, just gotta make the moves
Sayin' "it's chess it's not checkers" but you don't even know the rules
F**kin' clowns, so stupid, y'all make me lose brain cells
Seen some rappers get to floppin' cause their music didn't age well
Or pay well, only cause the deal wasn't made well
If a label took my money then you finna see me raise hell
Look, it's 2M's for a deal or I don't wanna hear the spiel
Either you got it or you don't, and that's forever the real
I'm gettin' these rappers done, march to the beat of my drum
Never will f**kin' front, I write this sh*t with a blunt
Runnin' these digits up and never will give it up
Cause one things for f**kin' sure, I never will get enough
Listen, I done dropped a hunnid songs, independent & all
With six tapes by fall, so tell me, just what are y'all?
Listen, I done dropped a hunnid songs, independent & all
With six tapes by fall, so tell me, just what are y'all?

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