Russian Roulette
Lil Wayne Benny The Butcher Conway The Machine Lyrics


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Yeah, mula, uh

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

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 buss 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?

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
No guarantees, but you get what you get (uh, look)

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

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

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

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

Overall Meaning

In the song "Russian Roulette," Lil Wayne, Benny the Butcher, and Conway the Machine address some of the harsh realities of life, particularly in relation to their violent lifestyles. The song speaks to the uncertainty of life and how it is like a game of Russian roulette, where nothing is promised and you get what you get. The opening lyrics, "I pray so hard for my enemies, I wish them well with no other intent," suggest that even though they live violent lifestyles, they still have compassion for others and do not wish harm on anyone.


Throughout the song, the artists make several references to their violent lifestyles and how they deal with situations. For example, the lyrics "Yeah, nigga, pistol to your ear nigga" depict a graphic image of violence perpetrated by someone holding a gun to another person's ear. Additionally, the lyrics "And my AK got diarrhea nigga, I'm Promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze and you just some light beer nigga" display just how ruthless their lifestyles are, as they liken their weapons to a sick person with diarrhea. Overall, the song speaks to a harsh reality that is all too familiar to many people, but through music, the artists attempt to shed light on these issues and provide a voice for those who may not have one.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, mula, uh
Introduction to the song.


I pray so hard for my enemies
The artist prays for the people who are against him.


I wish them well with no other intent (amen)
The artist's prayer is genuine, without any underlying intentions, and ends with 'amen'.


Life is not promised, no guarantee
Life is unpredictable and no one knows what will happen.


No guarantee, but you get what you get
There are no assurances in life, but one has to make do with whatever comes.


It's like Russian roulette (yeah)
Life can be compared to Russian roulette, a game of chance.


It's like Russian roulette (baow)
Life can be unpredictable and dangerous, like the gunshot sound ('baow') heard in the game.


It's like Russian roulette (yeah, baow)
Life is similar to Russian roulette, with its emotionally charged and violent aspects.


No guarantees, but you get what you get
Life is uncertain; there are no promises or assurances.


Yeah nigga, pistol to your ear nigga
The artist is using violent language, suggesting they are holding a gun to someone's ear.


Have my big homie kill your lil' nigga
The artist is threatening the listener's relatives, implying they will be murdered by their associates.


We heard the bricks comin' on the boat
The artist and their associates have received illegal narcotics by boat.


We at the dock, we at the pier nigga
The artist and their group have arrived at the port and are waiting for the boat delivery.


You won't even spot or hear niggas
The artist and their associates are so silent and well-planned that they can't be detected by their targets.


But when they get here nigga
The listener's end is inevitable despite their ignorance of their attackers' arrival.


We gon' pop up and appear nigga
The artist plans to surprise the listener with an attack.


On some DMX shit, we gon' be like, "We right here, nigga"
The artist is referencing a DMX song, implying they will be recognizable and memorable.


Even though we right here, we far away, we light years, nigga
The artist suggests they are not to be underestimated, despite their proximity to the listener.


And my AK got diarrhea nigga
The artist's AK-47 is so rapid and relentless that it feels as if it has 'diarrhea'.


I'm promethazine, mixed with gasoline, mixed with antifreeze
The artist's body and mind are heavily influenced by a dangerous mixture of drugs.


And you just some light beer nigga
The listener is potentially weak and insubstantial compared to the artist.


Sig Sauer spit a wig for ya
The artist is using a high-quality Sig Sauer gun that is capable of killing the listener.


Sip oil better than an oil rig, dig?
The artist is claiming to make a lot of illegal money.


All your buss downs sparklin' like foil
The artist sees the listener's possessions, such as jewelry or watches, as cheap and commonplace.


And the coke got me sweatin', keep a towel on my shoulder
The artist is currently using cocaine and sweating profusely, thus needing a towel.


Like I used to coach the Georgetown Hoyas
The artist references a past job coaching basketball at Georgetown University.


I would walk down and draw down on you
The artist would take action against the listener if necessary.


Tell your woadies pray for you
The artist is threatening the listener's associates and telling them to pray for safety.


And your shooters better be some fuckin' Golden State Warriors
The artist's associates better be as skilled as a professional basketball team.


I'm gettin' older, other day I told my soldiers
The artist is getting older and is reflecting on the future direction of their associates.


Spare nothin' except the strollers, but my heart used to be colder
The artist is no longer as cold-hearted as they used to be and is telling their associates to take action without holding anything back.


Never sober so a nigga prolly higher when he sober
The artist is always high on drugs, and even when they are not using drugs, they are still high.


I be higher than the solar system
The artist feels that they are high enough to be beyond the earth's atmosphere and in space.


Get rich and control the system
The artist's goal is to become wealthy enough to control the system.


I was servin' it, like Anna Kournikova
The artist is comparing themself to Anna Kournikova, a retired Russian tennis player.


From a Nissan Pathfinder, now I have to find a chauffer
The artist has gone from driving a Nissan Pathfinder to requiring a driver.


I got alphabet bitches, I do numbers, I do digits
The artist has connections to many different women and deals with large sums of money.


I hear gunshots at my door, hold on, who is it?
The artist is facing danger and is unsure who is at the door, possibly indicating a heightened sense of paranoia.


You niggas do anything for fame and clout
The artist believes that some people will do anything for attention or social status.


What would you do for your freedom? Might give a statement out
The artist questions what people would do to protect their freedom, suggesting that some may resort to snitching or giving up information to save themselves.


I'm from a city, nobody think they'd make it out
The artist comes from a city where people don't typically succeed.


Got a key and a Glock, I took the paper route
The artist has chosen a lucrative illegal route to make money.


Gave my people the block, straightened out
The artist has given control of the block to their associates and made it safe and profitable.


And I'll be back by mornin'
The artist has other plans to attend to but will return to the block by the morning.


Whip the bricks until your back side's soarin'
The artist works very hard to make a lot of money.


I just bust the AP, that's a fact, mind's water for my bracelet
The artist has purchased an expensive Audemars Piguet watch.


Dropped twenty like Jordan on a bad night, scorin'
The artist has spent a large sum of money as if it were nothing, like how Michael Jordan may score 20 points (or more) in a bad game.


'Gnac pourin', I just pulled up in a matte white foreign
The artist has arrived in a white luxury vehicle and is drinking cognac ('gnac').


Stick got a drum in the beam and the flashlight on it, yikes
The artist is carrying a gun with a drum magazine and a flashlight, indicating preparedness for an encounter.


Yeah, my shit's bad like Lauryn, I ran a tour
The artist's tour was successful, like Lauryn Hill's.


On my last night tourin', I'm a Mack, like, hol' up
The artist is feeling confident and successful on the last night of their tour.


Bust it down 'til the scale break, did a buck thirty on the beltway
The artist intends to make so much money that they break the scale and has driven very fast ('did a buck thirty') on the beltway.


Caught a bomb, Travis Kelce, 'fore we touch down, it's a tailgate
The artist has caught a touchdown like football player Travis Kelce, and is celebrating ('tailgating') before they reach their destination.


Piece lookin' like a milkshake, had to back up, give myself space
The diamonds on the artist's jewelry are so bright that they resemble a 'milkshake' and the artist must withdraw in order to appreciate them.


Fake statements and my health straight, I can't give a fuck what no one else say
The artist has many fake accusations thrown their way, but he is unconcerned about them.


So deep it's like a jailbreak when the coupe slide down MLK
The artist's lifestyle is so dangerous and illegal that it is comparable to a jailbreak when they drive through an area named after activist Martin Luther King Jr.


That's a bulletproof CLK, fire lands on the shelf case
The artist is driving a bulletproof car and keeps his guns in a safe place at home.


Turned felons into executives, made a half a mil' and it felt great
The artist has managed to transform people with criminal pasts into successful executives and has made a lot of money in the process.


Y'all niggas just a lil' late, got a big house on a lil' lake
The artist believes that others are slow to catch up to his own success, as evidenced by his large house on a small lake.


And we both know how the smoke go, shots peel straight through a steel plate
The artist is familiar with violence, knowing that gunshots can penetrate even the strongest materials.


Never throw stones when you know you livin' in a glass house like you Bill Gates
The artist advises against showing aggression or malice because one never knows when circumstances may change and they would be vulnerable, like Bill Gates and his high status.


Good on both coasts like I'm LJ, Bape store out in LA
The artist is recognized and successful on both coasts like basketball player LeBron James, and has a store in Los Angeles that sells a Japanese streetwear brand called Bape.


Bougie nigga even when I'm dead 'cause I'ma die and get to hell late, ugh
The artist thinks of himself as being upper-class even after he dies and spends time in hell.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Daryl Harleaux, Demond Price, Dwayne Michael Carter, Nathaniel Levingston, Rob Curti

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@michaelmoore9518

Facts man I miss this wayne . The hook literally hooks u in to song and then wayne puts in work!! Wish he rapped the whole song. This would have been top 10 song of 2010s for him

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Splooshy swear I see people say that on every project he drops lol dude never left

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@willianroomer3102

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Bro being 31 yrs old listening to wayne my whole life...... Hearing this shit make me wanna cry bro. 🐐

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