Paris

[Intro]
Too many people just dying
I'm not even talkin' physically
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Last week was Seattle
In two weeks it'll be Denver
In between was New York City and Atlanta on my schedule
It's apparent I've adopted a new lifestyle
Flyin' around this country rackin' up these fuckin' skymiles
Got my girl back home feelin' trapped, straight suffocating
But dont you worry, 'cause the moves that need to be made to break you out
Russ is making and they tell me I should sing more
I just tell 'em cool yo
Thats why I dropped that How To Rob
And bit y'alls hands like Cujo
I thought high school ended
But y'all still playin daddy's ball
So y'all might blow up quicker
But y'all won't stay up yall need adderall
And half these magazines and damn near all these writers
Are a bunch of fucking failed musicians talkin' shit to spite us
But secretly they like us
So dont stick out your hand to me
Get back to your 9-5 and your class and watch me live your fuckin fantasy

[Chorus]
Y'all needa get up and get out now
Do something with all of your time
Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do
Hope that you're not lost in your mind
Y'all needa get up and get out now
Do something with all of your time
Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do
Hope that you're not lost in your mind

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my ex chick was a handful
Had to cut her off cuz i already got my hands full
Hate to break it to you, but your shows been canceled
Russ taking over every channel
Ran through some latinas in my area
Just to clear my head real quick
'Bout to fly to Paris on a jet real quick
We use to study Latin, me and Bugus
Now we study actualizing dreams into cash and
Makin' shit happen, what's up?

[Chorus]
Y'all needa get up and get out now
Do something with all of your time
Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do
Hope that you're not lost in your mind
Y'all needa get up and get out now
Do something with all of your time
Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do
Hope that you're not lost in your mind

[Verse 3]
I treat this world like a canvas
My mind is the paint brush
Fuck you and him and her
Yall motherfuckers ain't Russ
Can't touch the young god, feelin' like a OG
Might as well hit the blunt, now where the fucks the OE?
Follow closely to the only motherfucker keepin' it so me
Authentic, short term
Beach house for my mom
Long driveway, cars in it
Superstar vision, while cigars spinnin'
I'ma Phoenix how I walk in it
Recognized the fire embraced it then I walked in it
Rebirth when i walked through it
Sinatra smooth with a Pac vision
Pop vocals, rock livin', got caught slippin
By the police had to ditch that bitch, God hittin' my phone
Devil pullin' up at my spot
Every once in a while they switch positions
Just to flip flop on me
I could turn a paddle boat into a yacht, homie
Only real ones let on board you better know me
I'm the gilligan, feelin' like I'm bouta cash out
Hair down, middle fingers up with my ass out
My mind is the traphouse
Man, this bitch is bunkin'
I'ma full time magician, turnin' nothing into something
Tell me what the fuck is up

[Chorus]
Y'all needa get up and get out now
Do something with all of your time
Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do
Hope that you're not lost in your mind
Y'all needa get up and get out now
Do something with all of your time
Hope you recognize who you are and what you could do
Hope that you're not lost in your mind