On The Run
Baby Jeweler
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Yeah You call yourself a real one See me struggling At the bottom You ain't feel nothing Back when I broke into houses Trying to steal something I wasn't using any props I carried real guns So I ain't trying to hear shit About you changed up Right when the escalator broke Is when we came up When I did shit all by myself I fucked the game up I ain't change nothing All I did was change the frame up Picture this Oil up my gun Make sure my gun never jam Got a tight ship See how I'm running this fam And I'm still living like I'm on the run now And the only one I trust Is my gun now Im calling no huddle Its up to me to make the pass You wouldn't know struggle If it fucked you in the ass You see me juggling the broken glass I'm never fumbling the open bag No Not everything is sweet We put it in Dior's thats how We dress it up to be We started in the streets We came a long way And now they tuning in for me Not everything is sweet We put it in Dior's thats how We dress it up to be We started in the streets We came a long way And now they tuning in for me Take my blood test I got some thug up In my hemoglobin He went three years in silence Now he done spoken Tried to close the door on me But I broke it open Doing magic on them Hocus pocus Go to war But I be staying focused So much work It's getting hard for me to delegate First song went billboard I ain't even get to celebrate Just need to work harder Move smarter Grind longer Think sharper And push everybody farther Stop and smell the roses Me I'm not controlling I just like the way they thought That murder's all she wrote when Looking back my story Black sheep turned golden Now its NHL vibes Wrists be looking frozen Say they got an in on it Told my man to hold 'em Flipped a couple pigeons Looked at me like I was chosen Scale looking iffy So I gotta tare the motion Hand tailored crack Shit be looking like its woven Popcorn butter got it straight From out the ocean Head feeling crazy Give that bitch and ibuprofen The way I lap rappers got them Moving slow motion Drop ya whole block money All on some promotion I remember nights Great whites All scopes no sights All dope low price Corner store white rice Ain't have no money for no broccoli And now its beef everybody Wanna be Akhi Looking at me crazy But I ain't I'm just cocky The way I got medallions on me Got ties with Rocky If I said it it's concrete You can't chalk this Put this fucking beat on a leash Like I walked it Wanna stack your money Show you how to do it quickly This that peanut butter money Make it in a jiffy Sunday through Mondays Ain't no skippy And I got some heat for anybody Tryna ish me Not everything is sweet We put it in Dior's thats how We dress it up to be We started in the streets We came a long way And now they tuning in for me Not everything is sweet We put it in Dior's thats how We dress it up to be We started in the streets We came a long way And now they tuning in for me
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