Yung Pacino - Russ

Yung Pacino, trying to get deniro

Ride off in the sunset, let 'em flock like seagulls

It was nonstop weed smoke, till I stopped and got Cleco

It’s Russ, and any artist 'till I blow is a placebo

You know when I touch down smoke a Philly like an eagle

And getting so high off my shit like you sniffed the whole kilo

Dare the devil to fuck with me, it sounds evil

But what’s a gamble when you own the whole goddamn casino?

I’m talkin' bout life, roll the dice and hit the jackpot

Harvest on my field of dreams, thoughts on my cash crops

Only fuck with will-dos, I don’t fuck with have-nots

Making sure my wills move up until the last stop

Chicas in front of me, Italy in my backdrop

Shit’s so pretty make me wanna take a snapshot

I’m going out in a glass coffin so you could look in

And see what’s up

Here I come I hope your ready

Because I am coming through

And when I’m dead, you won’t forget me

Consider I’m closing in on you