Running It Up

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Sam Pain

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My life life a movie
More money more problems
My problems been growing
This life that I'm living I ain't gotta show it
My money been growing now she wanna know me
I was at the bottom everybody know it
I done ran it and travel different places
I was selling weed before everybody grew it
Soda stretch the bags had to wear a apron
Brother could've went and been an All American
Could've got a coup but he ain't have no patience
Wake up then I make a play in MIA
Load on the way to lock in with the Haitians
I done ran it up now everybody hate me
Once you get a bag bitches wanna date you
Niggas in a feelings hating cause they ain't you
So much fast money shit feel like we racing
Feel like cash money I be bling-blinging
Youngest nigga doing it I be Lil Wayne'n
I don't play the gram shit be entertainment
S* in the trap boy I think I'm Franklin
I be in my lane shit be getting dangerous
Boys a spin your block and give your boys a spanking
Hit him in his legs now that nigga singing
Hit em' in his top and gave that boy a facial
And I don't f*ck wit new niggas like I'm racist
Heart cold nigga froze Lockhaven
I know you hear me but you gotta understand
You could cut my tongue before I make a statement
Plays in Bmore I'm feeling like Raven
I could have a cape and still wouldn't save her
You can have a hit and still not make it
Once I get them bricks I'm feeling like the mayor
Yeah
Uh huh
Playing that gram the quickest way to get your ass a case (But they know)
You gotta move under the ropes you gotta play it safe (I know that)
I was 18 and tryna find somewhere to stash the plates (yeah yeah)
If auntie Sarah ain't take me in
I don't know If I'd ah made it
The dirty money come with fed time
But we still chasing it (we still getting to it)
Them E-Trades might have a deadline
The guys still taking em'
It's a marathon f*ck I look like racing em'
I could put 50 to the side
A nigga think ima play with em'
I put 1000 in the shed
The first night I stayed with em'
I fell in love with making plays
It's the only thing that paid a nigga
I went to school to sell my drugs
And somehow I graduated (yeah yeah)
Rap niggas fake trappers they fabricated
I used to baking soda my loads to multiply my paper
I'm from the trenches is already a slim chance we making it
Red or blue baggies
Either way is Kurt angle in it
I gotta keep my banger wit me'
I got the plug the streets talkin
My day 1 just called me
Said he need a free car but he short 150
He say he only got Apple Pay I hung the phone
I used to
If you following you get
I can't get too much in detail them people be listening
Me and brodie out in London we done played it different
Hitting bitches you Niggas look at
You dream of hitting
Bitches ah treat you like you Jesus
You Dior Christian em'
I sold pounds out of the Stella
But had the 4 5th wit me
F*ck all that playing and sitting around
We had to go and get the shit
He lost his trial at 17 he 35 is still in there
Young Niggas living wild acting like they don't know what living is
Acting like they don't know what living bout
He get them bags in but can't get em out
Nigga I'm so tapped in
We just black truck out of the hood to Barack Obama house
Woah woah
Woah
Access granted and then I'm hopping out
Trapping by the embassies
I got a dub on me I ain't even count it
Pussy

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