45th Ave Interlude

[Intro: Ruslan]
Yeah
I just wanna do my best to be the best that I could be
Run that back, look
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ruslan]
See, I just wanna do my best to be the best that I could be
Is that too much to ask for God? I mean You the great Elohim
And I can't find a melody to go along with all these chords
I'm waking up at 6 A.M. and every morning I be bored
YMCA is where I be at, they say they brought the 90s back
Maybe I peaked there, now I can take a stab at grimy rap
Rapper turned pastor turned YouTuber back to rapper
Trying to figure out who I can model my career after
After the clout, Juno, but not in the way
I'ma get tattoos on my face just to try and blow
No, I mean I got like standards and stuff
Lifting a lot of weights but suspect with stamina, huh
In a nutshell, I must tell, my side of it, like when I was driving and the bus fell, the tire blew
So now I struggle to trust well, all these new fans comparin' me to Russ but I ain't never sound like the dude
I guess we all look alike right, well I'm just happy that my wife don't think that I'm a sore sight to her eyes
Life is getting better, I'm feeling younger
My bum knee is getting better, I feel the hunger
But gotta watch my table manners, my etiquette is that of a mammal
King of the jungle I'm just happy we stopped wearing flannels

[Verse 2: Paul Russell]
But did we? Or they just don't go with the 350s
On the beat, 'til the z's hit me, just breathe with me
They think I'm a homegrown kid in maybe three cities
Guessin' I'll speak 'til the peak hit me, G really?
Trying not to trust in my sight, the pass no look
Do a whole verse on the track that has no hook
It's, it's hotel, living rooms, and notebooks, yeah
And it's so good
Yo, it's a journey don't you ever go forgetting that
The end goals in the phones will never hit you back
I talk about it all to any mic, on any Mac
It works out, really facts so give me that
I mean that me and King Dream feel like we reachin' the sky
I told you I ain't make the meal just got a piece of the pie
I ain't know a rap song could have me preaching tonight
Now I can fool around and throw this joint on CCLI, let's go

[Verse 3: Jon Keith]
Look, my momma calling me for fashion advice
Immaculate I be but not quite splashing the ice
A lavishless life is what I live I'm actively trying
To match up with the standard of God and the passion of Christ
Compassionate eyes, they recognize the practice of lies
And I'm an advocate for abstaining from inaccurate rhymes
Get back in the line, know your place and understand mine
You all talk and no action that's an inverted mime
See real G silent no one knows I'm back on the grind
With explosives under me just like I stepped on a mine
See I got sick thoughts, God gave me the illest of minds
Something I can never pay back like a billion fines
Yeah, I gotta limit this bragging of mine
My pride bubble up and then it's like a dragon to fight
Yeah, Pops said it's a habit of mine
Irresponsible how I'm rolling like a toddler is driving