Ruski On The Track

[Intro]
Ruski on the track
Cold air through the flat
Mama prayin’ by the gas stove
Sayin’, “One day you ain’t comin’ back”
[Verse 1]
Two pairs of socks in the same boots
Cracked hands from the late route
Papa draggin’ metal through the snow
Coughin’ in the coat, tryna play it cool (yeah)
Rubles in a jar on the fridge
Each coin sound like “we live”
Mama countin’ dreams at the table
Circle on a map, sayin’ “cross this bridge”
Old bus seats, I would watch ice fade
Grey sky, think of getaways
English on a page I could barely say
But they kept sayin’, “son, you gon’ be okay” (you gon’ be okay)
[Chorus]
I came from nothin’, they gave me a chance
Tickets in a pocket, all we had in our hands
Every long shift, every cut on their palms
Built me a runway, now I’m takin’ off (yeah, yeah)
Ruski on the track, that’s my last name proud
From the small block snow to the big state crowds
If I ever fly high, if I ever get racks
It’s ’cause two tired hearts never once looked back
[Verse 2]
First night States, air smell new
Still cheap shoes, same old view
Mama clean rooms, Papa stack crates
Backs on fire but they laugh at the plates
They said, “Study, don’t end up like us
Turn this sweat into somethin’ you trust”
I was writin’ bars in the laundromat steam
Words on my phone, whole life in between
Now the phone ring, cousins callin’ from home
Sayin’, “Bro, you on fire, don’t go alone”
I hear factory bells in the hi-hat snap
Hear Mama on the hook every time I rap (every time I rap)
[Chorus]
I came from nothin’, they gave me a chance
Tickets in a pocket, all we had in our hands
Every long shift, every cut on their palms
Built me a runway, now I’m takin’ off (takin’ off)
Ruski on the track, that’s my last name proud
From the small block snow to the big state crowds
If I ever fly high, if I ever get racks
It’s ’cause two tired hearts never once looked back (never looked back)

rap, Moody melodic trap with male vocals, sparse piano plucks and distant choir pads over a heavy rolling 808 and crisp hi-hats; verse 1 in a tight narrative pocket, hook opens with layered ad-libs and wider stereo synths. Second pass of the hook adds octave-doubled vocal and subtle Russian chant-style backing to lift the emotion while keeping it street and raw.