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"Blue Chip" lyrics

Russ Lyrics

"Blue Chip"

(feat. Ransom)

[Russ:]

Yeah, I just hit the joint before I wrote this

Record label rebel remember openin' at Omens

Always saw the whole shit, always futuristic

2018, I made the Forbes Cash Kings list

The wave of depression and anxiety for Christmas

But I can never drown, I rose, Kate Winslet

Gassed up, took a quick trip to my hometown

Girls that were curvin' me turned into my hoes now

Beat straight from Motown, shoutout Mr. Porter

B-Dot and everybody, get your list in order

This the album of the year by a long shot

Barkin' got your dog dropped

Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott

I don't care what y'all got, bitch, this is my shit

You ain't 'bout to act like a baby in my crib

I wasn't invited, so I through my own party

Didn't let me join, so I got my own army

I spoke harshly, once or twice, boo-hoo, bitch

Didn't matter still went from, "Who?" to, "Who's who?" Bitch

Fuck a blue check, I'm a blue chip, reliable stock

I reached the end of my rope and I started tyin' the knot

And held on, Delle Donne, my game's ill

Lime with tequila or the heat to this J Will

Make skills appear like Magic, pass it

Always been a king, I'ma share it if I have it

I should wear my numbers on my chest like a nickname

Tryna make the paper flip, I only play Squid Games

New York Knicks fame so she deep throat

You're my D-Rose, then her knees broke, I'm the G.O

No bullshit (Heh)

[Ransom:]

I don't take word from a peasant who cheat the job

Never did I full prey to a reverend who preached a God

Never did I horseplay, adolescence'll leave a scar

Some people lost faith, had the presence to beat the odds

So many obstacles and hurdles for me to dodge

Put your face on a tee then ask, "Can I see a large?"

I'm passionately involved, I hope to free us all

But nothin' can cost more than somethin' that's free of charge

They know that we at large, eatin' shrimps in a lear

Can barely see the gods, get a glimpse of the glare

You attempt to be fair, put that wimp in arrear

Never cared what they think, never think that they cared

Don't need another felony but you gon' need therapy

When a couple shots make you shrink in that chair

Two drinks of that rare, can see no Azul

Me and my dude Russ lose what?

We got your advance spillin' out two cups

Pool putt, you ain't move up, get chewed up

Shoot what? The scoreboard broke, nigga, we two up

Woah Ran, slow down brother, they don't know Ran

You like a Black Panther blarin' outta them Bulls, man

Oh and, gun and my Lindsay, the Lohan

No scam, nothin' like Quincy, a slow jam

Program went from a ten-speed to a Broham

You don't owe Ran? That's big cap like the old Cam'

Yeah, catch my wind like a monsoon

Cookin' verses, shoot it up from a large spoon

Sharks loom, better get scuba gear and a harpoon

Or nigga, you can get chomped too

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Writer(s): Denaun Porter, Randy Jay Nicholls, Russell James Vitale

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