Runnin (feat. VRN Drxw & quatchi)

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I been thru' hell, hell and back
Yea never lacked
Need some heaven in this WRLD of black
Third eye open my vision tapped
My Angel wings got a white tint
With the smell of death you know the scent
And I'm noticing how you love to sin
Grim reaper how im cuddling
Yo soul in my hand now
Shit ain't sweet not a hand out
And it might just be my turn
Juice to the WRLD burn burn burn
Open up a portal like I'm Sern
End of the WRLD not my concern
My alternate reality got
Drew in a new fallacy
I open up my eyes
Falling down thru the sky
Catch my breath then I float
Like a bee in my hive
I checked my soul still very rare
Q and Drew like the freshest pair
Out the box in my double R
We shooting down like a falling star
Attention VRN SCR on a mission
Imma reel you in like scorpion get over here till I'm finished
Bitchin', these pussy niggas steady bitchin'
Not finished with the story yet, side B tell the vision
Umm
I want the keys to a Rari
Im partying, it's getting gnarly
I feel like I'm Carti
Keep me a grip 
And I feel like a guardian
Virus 
Put the weed in my lungs, that nitrous
Quatchi rap like the Sun, he vibrant
I'm a nightmare, Barbara Streisand 
Hard to find, man
Hard to fight, man
When it comes to the game, I'm a nightstand
Two tone chain, no Vyvanse
Quatchi never need a stylist 
Touch be the love language, no Midas
On the top of the hill, like I'm Cypress
Or Hank
Santia make the beat stank
Yeat, how it crank
Oh my god
I'm just glazin'
Speaking of
Santia smoke weed like Jamaican 
Like the cinnamon stick on the Apple Jacks 
If you try to diss me, it's a rap attack 
Jerking my gherkin, I call it the Hack-A-Shaq
Call me drake, how I just go back to back 
I just want a platinum plaque
Only way that I talk is battle rap
Got the drip like I bought the battle pass
Sorry that you feel offended
I'll call up the gang and you know that they'll handle that
Turn me up, Judy Moody
Quatchi in the booty
Giving y'all the smackdown, like I'm boogeyman 
Young thug, feel like fucking Buddha, man
When I get money, I do my dance
And ima' do dance
With the rubber bands on the floor
Hunnid bands
Im at the top in my mind but im wanting more
Cause i can
And im tired of the phonies no shaking hands
Man get em off me
No throwing shit while im performing
And spit that fire global warming
I just do what i can
And not what you want
Lets go to the store
Anything that you want
You dont understand why im still runnin'
Me q and drew we go sparta for nothing
They can search me im not carrying nothing
But when they turn they back, you know that we runnin'

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