Sore Losers chords and lyrics - RUSS

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Yeah[D]
So many sore losers keep
tryna talk to [Em]me
Y'all need to focus on
winning, stop [D]focusing on me

[Verse 2]
Yeah
[Em]Thirteen thousand in Portugal,
that's arena [D]talk
You still on your Training Day,
you Ethan Hawke
[Em]Rappers with your get rich quick
scheme gimmicks
Instead [D]of hating you should focus
on your sixteenth minute
We [Em]are not side by side,
ain't no split-screen image
image
[D]I'ma be around forever like
a Springsteen ticket
I'm [C]just bathing in success,
yeah I [C#m]rinse clean [Em]with it
I put [Bm]my best foot forward
like a Nowitzki pivot
I got [Em]blitzkrieg critics
They ain't wastin' no time
But I [D]ain't wastin' no money,
so I pay 'em no mind
That's [Em]a lie, I be snappin'
That's my fault, I'm adjustin' to people
[D]spreadin' lies about me
Just hatin' and judging
For the [Em]sake of discussion,
in the hopes of some clout
Shit's been [D]stressful,
I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth
Put [C]my home in the South,
10K square feet
Name [Bm]your favorite rappers now,
let's play "where's he?"
Probably [Em]chasin' a hit,
probably lost in LA
Probably [D]paying for likes,
probably paying for plays
Probably [Em]owns a Corolla,
but probably rents the Aventador
[D]Business manager furious,
like "What the fuck did you spend that for?"
[Em]Fuck y'all though, I'ma keep on winnin'
I [D]got angels all around me, y'all
can keep on sinnin'
'Cause ain't [C]no way y'all
are fuckin' up my light light
I spent [Bm]two million just on taxes,
somethin' light light
In hind[Em]sight, I was right all along,
life of a don
Writin' [D]songs,
all those hooks were a fight to get on
[Em]You gotta see it way before it happens,
yes yes
[D]I'ma be the greatest,
I won't settle for next best
[Em]Got your girl in her birthday suit,
that's best dressed
[D]Plus she likes girls too like
Ellen [C]DeGeneres
First class Emir[C#m]ates that's how
I'm fly[C]in'
[Bm]SUVs on the tarmac,
that's how I'm arrivin'
Presid[Em]ential treatment,
ooh this life so good
White [D]skin, they can't believe that I
got friends in the hood
I know [Em]the love songs and melodies
throw y'all off
Don't give a [D]fuck about your face tats,
we know y'all soft
People [Em]we know with face tats
got them for a reason
You [D]use them for the gang culture aesthetic,
you reachin'
[C]A lot of kids are poppin'
Xans and sippin' lean now
[Bm]A lot of rappers using
Instagram to teach how
[Em]A lot of kids OD'ed that you
don't read 'bout
[D]'Cause they don't follow rappers,
they just follow fiends now
[Em]But I'm the bad guy for callin' it out
I come [D]in clutch with the truth,
y'all are stallin' it out
[Em]I only get in trouble when
I say the truth
Which means [D]you gettin' fed lies everyday,
you fools
Do [C]your research before you try
and speak on my name
Rap[Bm]pers wearing CZs and
leasing the chains
[Em]The beats classic, I amaze myself
I'm [D]a boss, I'm a owner,
yeah I pay myself
Fuck [Em]the capes of society, I saved myself
Even [D]after all the millions bitch,
I stayed myself
I [Em]still take my mom with me,
Bugus still right here
[D]New people think my buzz got
here [C]in a lightyear
Fuck y'all, this ain't a Toy Story
I eat [Bm]Ni gerian, save some moimoi for me
[Em]Yeah, lot of y'all girls I coulda hit
But I'm [D]the type to pass the pussy
to stay home and cut a hit
[Em]Never fuck a chick at her house,
she got exes
[D]I just bought a crib,
I got guns, I got exits
[Em]Cameras at the entrance
Try if you want to
[D]Bugus told me, "God forbid they get you,
I got you"
[C]I'm an idol, people treat me like Billy
Singin' an[Bm]d rappin' goin' platinum,
people treat me like Drizzy
Take [Em]the studio with me
Set up shop in the telly
I've watched [D]a lot of rappers talk
but then they flop like Belly
There ain't [Em]shit you can tell me,
you can save that shit
[D]Fake convos before favors,
I hate that shit
Yester[Em]day turned down a
150,000
I ain't trippin' [D]'bout it
I get that every week like allowance
From [C]my independent catalog
Fuck these rec league [Bm]rappers
tryna battle 'Bron
Stay in your lane, this [Em]is big business
Move bitch, get [D]back like Chris Bridges
I remember only [Em]sellin' like six tickets
Now I make the girls [D]crazy
like Sid Vicious
I coulda played [Em]it different,
coulda silenced all my truths
Coulda buddied up with [D]rappers
for the sake of looking cool
But it's not [C]in me to be fake, I can't do it
I can see [Bm]through it, man this game
is translucent
They twist [Em]the truth for
the headline drama
Clicks create [D]traffic, traffic creates dollars
The sheep [Em]be lieve it,
they ain't up on game yet
Smooth [D]rides ain't as fun to watch as
[Em]trainwrecks (damn)
Controversy is currency,
controversy is [D]clout
That's why my haters keep
my name in their mouth
Y'all [C]are hopeless,
this is a decade of devotion
[Bm]It's hard to stop my movement
when I'm already in motion
[Em]This ain't luck, this is by design
I had [D]to work in the dark
for my light to shine
A lot [Em]of people are dope,
they just quit too soon
A lot [D]of rappers go broke,
'cause they got rich too [Em]soon (damn)
My confidence plus my success
is just a mirror for some
[D]It forces them to look around
and see what they haven't done
[C]That's a line for any hater,
y'all are mad at yourselves
[Bm]Judging every move I make,
y'all distractin' yourselves
[Em]You could do this shit too if you wanted
But [D]you would rather sit around [Bm]an
d bitch and make [D]comments
[Em]Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable
[D]I'm country-hoppin' in in a jet,
that's the visual
[Em]I saw this coming in my hoodie
with the plaid flan[D]nel
I bet on myself, yeah I had [C]to gamble
I feel like I'm half god, half mammal
[Bm]Bitch I turned my life into
the Travel Chan[Em]nel
I'm not home, I'm in Stockholm
With heated [D]floors and the beds
with the soft foam
It's [Em]like clockwork watching sore
losers poke their heads out
[D]Every time I big myself up, they
get stressed [Em]out
I'm the best out, yeah I said it
Self-made [D]millionaire, millionaire,
you know what's [C]up with the credits (damn)
I'm the best out, yeah I said it
Self-made [Bm]millionaire, millionaire,
you know what's up with the credits

[Verse 3]
[Em]Bitch, yeah
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