[Intro]
You hear that, yeah, richvale
Richvale, real shit real

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm 23 and you still suck
I started music at 13 and I'm just seeing real bucks
No overnight fame, it's the story we built up
And from these other rappers coming up I can't feel love
I stopped hitting the club
Not because I'm too cool
They just won't let me wear slippers and stuff
So from now on if I'm at a club or a function they throw me some money I'm wearing shorts in that bitch
50's slides and Ruth Chris
My old shit sound like your new shit
If you see me let's do shit
You bitch, I can't throw hands cause if I try to hit a hater in public
They be quick to just sue me
So I gotta keep composure on my social media, it's a talent
But I spending Yeezy money on scallops
Give a fuck about it
I used to wanna play ball but I really needed taller height
Now I got investments, ball is life

Everything beautiful
Richvale
Just wanna shout-out the clique, Pat, Danny, Sav, fucking Josh, Dave, Mugi, Muyi, Omar, what up Ryan
I'm going back in

[Verse 2]
This one's for the dudes using stacks of money as phones
You rappers ain't shit till you buying homes, real talk
Uber riding with your queen down a busy street
Hoping that I ride pass your ass on my Billie Jean
Cause she not my lover but she swears that I'm the one
Hating on my fucking money go ahead and find you some
Sort of looking like a Sixer when I rhyme on songs
Cause I'm going all in on shit that I verse on
Please check the record
Your fake ass in my weight class
I'm been hot since I was been doing covers
Artists talking if you better you should prove it fucker
Do it fucker, where's your hits, yeah I knew it fucker
Sit the fuck down, she love me man get me
I'm shooting at her face like a frontal cam selfie
Fucking white girls when they used to curve me in the 10th grade
Suck me white America, yes Ye
Please don't hate if you're less paid
I ain't even rich but I was broke 4 years ago up in LA
Momma texting me like you gon' make it
I was sleeping on the floor of a hotel so please know this shit's amazing
Thankful but nothing's come true
So when my homie's got money troubles I gotta work harder man I fucking hustle
I'm still annoyed look
When you talking 'bout Brampton don't just mention Alessia Cara and Roy Woods
Mention me in that bitch cause I been put the work in
I struggle but now I'm a better person
Ma I wish you got to see me shine
2017 about to be lit, to all my friends we need to grind
Sav, Danny, and Pat you really helped me when my ass was depressed now my we about to get checks
To the chick that I hook up with from time to time
Thanks for not pressuring me
I'm just trying to be what I'm destined to be
I'm 23 and nobody is messing with me
I'm blessed knowing that my momma is resting in peace
Get me with please I'm the underdogs of underdogs
Sacrificing all of my savings, saying fuck it all
I'm so polished, your flow's garbage, you so novice
You're so awful, like foamposites, you no problem
Barring off, fuck a writer's block
When I was 8, my pops bought me some Nike Shocks
And ever since then I said I'm a put that man in a Range
I been going off
Haters say my raps haven't changed
But I only got better
I only progress
You talking tough, you want this work, if you know me then lets
This dude I used to roll with is probably sucking for clout
Fuck him stay the fuck in your house
Never mind that bullshit we trying to see what this money about
2017, Russell is out
Motherfucker I'm ill