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Russ – Sore Losers chords
[Intro] YeahBm EmSo many sore losers keep tryna talk to meBmY'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on meYeah [Verse]EmThirteen thousand in Portugal, that's arena talkBmYou still on your Training Day, you Ethan HawkeEmRappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicksBmInstead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minuteEmWe are not side by side, ain't no split-screen imageBmI'ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticketCI'm just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with itGI put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivotEmI got blitzkrieg criticsThey ain't wastin' no timeBmBut I ain't wastin' no money, so I pay 'em no mindEmThat's a lie, I be snappin'BmThat's my fault, I'm adjustin' to people spreadin' lies about meJust hatin' and judgingEmFor the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some cloutBmShit's been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouthCPut my home in the South, 10K square feetGName your favorite rappers now, let's play "where's he?"EmProbably chasin' a hit, probably lost in LABmProbably paying for likes, probably paying for playsEmProbably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the AventadorBmBusiness manager furious, like "What the fuck did you spend that for?"EmFuck y'all though, I'ma keep on winnin'BmI got angels all around me, y'all can keep on sinnin'C'Cause ain't no way y'all are fuckin' up my light lightGI spent two million just on taxes, somethin' light lightEmIn hindsight, I was right all along, life of a donBmWritin' songs, all those hooks were a fight to get onEmYou gotta see it way before it happens, yes yesBmI'ma be the greatest, I won't settle for next bestEmGot your girl in her birthday suit, that's best dressedBmPlus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneresCFirst class Emirates that's how I'm flyin'GSUVs on the tarmac, that's how I'm arrivin'EmPresidential treatment, ooh this life so goodBmWhite skin, they can't believe that I got friends in the hoodEmI know the love songs and melodies throw y'all offBmDon't give a fuck about your face tats, we know y'all softEmPeople we know with face tats got them for a reasonBmYou use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reachin'CA lot of kids are poppin' xans and sippin' lean nowGA lot of rappers using Instagram to teach howEmA lot of kids OD'ed that you don't read 'boutBm'Cause they don't follow rappers, they just follow fiends nowEmBut I'm the bad guy for callin' it outBmI come in clutch with the truth, y'all are stallin' it outEmI only get in trouble when I say the truthBmWhich means you gettin' fed lies everyday, you foolsCDo your research before you try and speak on my nameGRappers wearing CZs and leasing the chainsEmThe beats classic, I amaze myselfBmI'm a boss, I'm a owner, yeah I pay myselfEmFuck the capes of society, I saved myselfBmEven after all the millions bitch, I stayed myselfEmI still take my mom with me, Bugus still right hereBmNew people think my buzz got here in a lightyearCFuck y'all, this ain't a Toy StoryGI eat Nigerian, save some moimoi for meEmYeah, lot of y'all girls I coulda hitBmBut I'm the type to pass the pussy to stay home and cut a hitEmNever fuck a chick at her house, she got exesBmI just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exitsEmCameras at the entranceTry if you want toBmBugus told me, "God forbid they get you, I got you"CI'm an idol, people treat me like BillyGSingin' and rappin' goin' platinum, people treat me like DrizzyEmTake the studio with meSet up shop in the tellyBmI've watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like BellyEmThere ain't shit you can tell me, you can save that shitBmFake convos before favors, I hate that shitEmYesterday turned down a 150,000BmI ain't trippin' 'bout itI get that every week like allowanceCFrom my independent catalogGFuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'BronEmStay in your lane, this is big businessBmMove bitch, get back like Chris BridgesEmI remember only sellin' like six ticketsBmNow I make the girls crazy like Sid ViciousEmI coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truthsBmCoulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking coolEmBut it's not in me to be fake, I can't do itBmI can see through it, man this game is translucentEmThey twist the truth for the headline dramaBmClicks create traffic, traffic creates dollarsEmThe sheep believe it, they ain't up on game yetBmSmooth rides ain't as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn)EmControversy is currency, controversy is cloutBmThat's why my haters keep my name in their mouthCY'all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotionGIt's hard to stop my movement when I'm already in motionEmThis ain't luck, this is by designBmI had to work in the dark for my light to shineEmA lot of people are dope, they just quit too soonBmA lot of rappers go broke, 'cause they got rich too soon (damn)EmMy confidence plus my success is just a mirror for someBmIt forces them to look around and see what they haven't doneCThat's a line for any hater, y'all are mad at yourselvesGJudging every move I make, y'all distractin' yourselvesEmYou could do this shit too if you wantedBmBut you would rather sit around and bitch and make commentsEmOh well, suit yourself, be miserableBmI'm country-hoppin' in a jet, that's the visualEmI saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannelBmI bet on myself, yeah I had to gambleCI feel like I'm half god, half mammalGBitch I turned my life into the Travel ChannelEmI'm not home, I'm in StockholmBmWith heated floors and the beds with the soft foamEmIt's like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads outBmEvery time I big myself up, they get stressed outEmI'm the best out, yeah I said itBmSelf-made millionaire, you know what's up with the creditsCI'm the best out, yeah I said itGSelf-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits[Outro]EmBitch, yeahBmProduced, mixed, mastered|Em Bm |Em Bm |C G