Note to Self Songtext
von Russ

Yeah, Hit-Boy
CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2

5:00 a.m. in Atlanta, I′m writing raps
Sometimes I'm fighting for my dreams, but it seems like they fighting back
Light a match in my soul, they tryna bring the rain
Any bridge that I burned always lit the way
I shoot the truth then watch it ricochet, y′all just insecure like Issa Rae
The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?)

I think people are getting tired of all the party rap
Me, I'm out in Vegas, I own the spot that I party at
Facts, different levels to this boss shit
Always had drive, Ryan Gosling
Since I had a notebook full of rhymes, they bribe like Lori Loughlin
They mouths is full of green like I'm in Boston


But I′m in ATL, I employ myself and I pay me well
Running so much game, I tore my ACL
I said that I need a sure thing, she said, "Okay, Miguel"
How many millions did I make this year? Maybe 12
All I need′s a couple weeks to make it 13
Me, I can stay in touch and still be out of your reach
Definition of keeping it cordial, got it popping like Orville
I made something out of nothing, was always resourceful

Doors will form off of your will (your will)
I never switched teams, you're more George Hill
Fuck the haters, focus on who loves it
It′s a shame to be chasing love and running right from it (woah, woah, woah)
Note to self (woah)

Niggas want loyalty without showing loyalty (how?)
King shit, I want the royal treatment and royalties
My girl fresh-faced but I love how she spoil me (woah)
War time the only time that you gon' catch me fatigued
I must be preaching the way they crossing me
Like I dot my I′s and crossing my T's (T′s)
Really, I got a reputation I often proceed (I do)
Lifestyle I live, hairlines often recede (true)

Pursuit of happiness, I'm on the search of it
Covered in Louis Vuitton, we ride on the verge of it
Lot of people claiming that they down bad, as bad as it gets (gets)
But understand that rock bottom a bottomless pit (pit)
Somebody always doing worse than worse as it is
Time forever telling, it's always gon′ snitch


A walking target to these hoes, they always gon′ miss me
Wisdom of solid men, I'm always gon′ listen
Saint Michael and Saint Jermaine always protect me (protect)
It's a movie the way these niggas drama projecting (Boi)
It′s a cold, cold game, and I'm going Wayne Gretzky (Boi)
Born the same day as Aretha, you gotta respect me (respect)
I gotta start treating′ my life like it's the only one
I done seen niggas lose they life over a hundred ones
I done seen wifeys who's the one′s get one-and-done
My ego say I′m top five, my heart saying I'm one-of-one

They want me to snap, want me to fall, want me to crack
Want me the star of YouTube channels to see me react
Want me to bleed, follow their lead, then never come back (back)
But I don′t see none of y'all names on one of my plaques
Note to self, I never heard nobody tell me life was too long
Or talk about pressure then say they on top of it (top, yeah, uh)
Only that it′s too short and that they're under a lot of it (yeah, uh)
Somehow, I still show love when they show me the opposite (look, uh)

Note to self, they always gon′ go for self
If loyalty be cold then my .40 below the belt
It's lonely when you rich, but it's boring when you get help
That′s why I run my race, and they slow ′cause they chasing clout
Yeah, I got lawyer fees on my desk
Hoya tickets forever, these dogs pressing you out (hurrr)
I inspire what they can't be (okay)
I just be playing gallery flares, feel like Camp Lo (this is NY)

Hat low, I′m high though, my mind in is a spiral
They ask me if I'm sure, I say, "A gecko selling GEICO"
Haha, my respect is nothing like though (okay)
′Cause I write flows to turn this cypher to a cyclone
I got hoes, somebody wife could be my night though (okay)
If y'all go dark, my vitriol got vitiligo
Oh, nah, my remorse is nothing like though
This is a goose and Gabagool, have a bite though (oh, yeah)

I might go Michael Myers on any night though
And y′all know I'm killing these cities like Money Heist though
Precise though, no heart, only pipe though
I'm in her back space so much, she thought she was my type ho
Nope, sophisticated, still a psycho
No bright ideas ′cause I will dim you niggas lightbulb
And spin this whole block like a dreidel, Happy Hanukkah
And mazel tov ′til I run out, somebody cut my mic off (yo, yo, Badmon)

Time to separate the kings from the gods, streams from the bars (shit)
You niggas hollering, I left the scene from a far
Here today, gone tomorrow, I'm who they honoring, I raised the bar
Diamond in the rough, not a single flaw
Keep it raw for the call ain′t worried 'bout the scar
But if it′s war, kick in the door like martial law
It's levels to this thing, homie, we on different floors (different floors)
I switch broads like I switch cars (skrr)

It′s just the hand that I was dealt, I didn't pick the cards
I deal them demons from myself, ain't gotta hit the squad
Y′all niggas light work
If I told y′all what I made a verse, shit, that might hurt
I can give y'all niggas a clue, how much that ice worth?
Take that, multiply it by two, and it might work
It really just all depend on my mood (word)
′Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention
So in the end, I still get paid, like a pension (yeah)

Fuck nigga and I ain′t even gotta rap
50 gave me like two Ms, how I'm ′posed to act? (How I'm 'posed to act?)
Walk around like I got "Unique" written on my back ("Unique" written on my back)
My life really like a movie, hol′ up, nigga, bring it back (bring that shit back)
Yeah, I said I ain′t even gotta rap
50 gave me like two Ms, how I'm ′posed to act?
Walk around like I got "Unique" written on my back
My life really like a movie, hol' up, nigga, bring it back

Back, back, back to back (bring it back)
Way back, back to back (bring it back)
Say, yeah, bring it back, way back to back (bring it back)
Bring it back, back, back, uh
Yeah, nigga
Jozif Badmon, you dun know
Joey Bada$$ (woah)
CHOMP, CHOMP, nigga