Lil Wayne - Russian Roulette (ft. Conway the Machine & Benny The Butcher) - Lyrics
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The song was produced by Swede & Manny.
Given everything we've come to learn about Lil Wayne's release schedule, there's a strong chance he didn't even know he was releasing the Funeral Deluxe Edition last Friday.
Notoriously aloof about such matters, the legendary Weezy makes up for it with meticulous attention-to-detail in the booth.
Over time, he's become one of the lyricists we can count on -- guaranteed to fire off clever punchlines and impeccable flow schemes, the likes of which have left rappers awestruck for years now.
And that's exactly what he does on "Russian Roulette," a Deluxe Edition highlight that pairs him with Conway The Machine and Benny The Butcher.
Two esteemed lyricists and representers of the Griselda movement, Conway and Benny have clear chemistry with Wayne as they take turns obliterating the soulful banger.
"I would walk down and draw down on you, tell your woadies pray for you," he spits, frantic yet controlled.
"And your shooters better be some fuckin' Golden State Warriors." Lil Wayne - Russian Roulette (ft.
Conway & Benny The Butcher) (prod.
Swede & Manny) Lyrics.
[Intro: Lil Wayne] Yeah, mula, uh [Chorus: Leah Marie & Lil Wayne] I pray so hard for my enemies I wish them well with no other intent (Amen) Life is not promised, no guarantee No guarantee, but you get what you get It's like Russian roulette (Yeah) It's like Russian roulette (Baow) It's like Russian roulette (Yeah, baow) No guarantees, but you get what you get [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga Have my big homie kill your lil' nigga We heard the bricks comin' on the boat We at the dock, we at the pier nigga You won't even spot or hear niggas But when they get here nigga We gon' pop up and appear nigga On some DMX shit, we gon' be like, "We right here, nigga" Even though we right here, we far away, we light years, nigga And my AK got diarrhea nigga I'm promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze And you just some light beer nigga Sig Sauer spit a wig for ya Sip oil better than an oil rig, dig? All your bust downs sparklin' like foil And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas I would walk down and draw down on you Tell your woadies pray for you And your shooters better be some fuckin' Golden State Warriors I'm gettin' older, other day I told my soldiers Spare nothin' except the strollers, but my heart used to be colder Never sober so a nigga prolly higher when he sober I be higher than the solar system Get rich and control the system I was servin' it, like Anna Kournikova From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer I got alphabet bitches, I do numbers, I do digits I hear gunshots at my door, hold on, who is it? [Chorus: Leah Marie & Conway the Machine] I pray so hard for my enemies I wish them well with no other intent Life is not promised, no guarantee No guarantee, but you get what you get It's like Russian roulette It's like Russian roulette It's like Russian roulette (Hold on, right) No guarantees, but you get what you get (Uh, look) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] You niggas do anything for fame and clout What would you do for your freedom? Might give a statement out I'm from a city, nobody think they'd make it out Got a key and a Glock, I took the paper route Gave my people the block, straightened out And I'll be back by mornin' Whip the bricks until your back side's soarin' I just bust the AP, that's a fact, mind's water for my bracelet Dropped twenty like Jordan on a bad night, scorin' 'Gnac pourin', I just pulled up in a matte white foreign Stick got a drum in the beam and the flashlight on it, yikes Yeah, my shit's bad like Lauryn, I ran a tour On my last night tourin', I'm a Mack, like, hol' up [Chorus: Leah Marie & BENNY THE BUTCHER] I pray so hard for my enemies I wish them well with no other intent Life is not promised, no guarantee No guarantee, but you get what you get It's like Russian roulette It's like Russian roulette It's like Russian roulette (Butcher comin', nigga) No guarantees, but you get what you get [Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Bust it down 'til the scale break, did a buck thirty on the beltway Caught a bomb, Travis Kelce, 'fore we touch down, it's a tailgate Piece lookin' like a milkshake, had to back up, give myself space Fake statements and my health straight, I can't give a fuck what no one else say So deep it's like a jailbreak when the coupe slide down MLK That's a bulletproof CLK, fire lands on the shelf case Turned felons into executives, made a half a mil' and it felt great Y'all niggas just a lil' late, got a big house on a lil' lake And we both know how the smoke go, shots peel straight through a steel plate Never throw stones when you know you livin' in a glass house like you Bill Gates Good on both coasts like I'm LJ, Bape store out in LA Bougie nigga even when I'm dead 'cause I'ma die and get to hell late, ugh [Outro: Leah Marie] I pray so hard for my enemies I wish them well with no other intent Life is not promised, no guarantee No guarantees, but you get what you get Benny The Butcher