Lyrics:
you benefits then you just laughed
When I needed a friend to get me back on track
Dead by daylight I am on the run
I'll be
Alive in the night time when
on this track what you
Thought it was (Aye what you Thought)
You lose the game and run it back But I already won (Number one)
I tell my homie BGR to make
music but MISC. does it
Better
There's nowhere to run, you're tied to the tracks
Resistance is futile, so just relax
With power and volume, it's turned
a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killin' your shit
On a couple tracks I just never played it
Pussy nigga you
or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle
you Q, Jay Rock, Dot
We run the coast
I'm so addicted, and so is Lifted
So restricted, now your flow evicted
Fake niggas see through you like eyelashes
with you (With you)
Judgin' by that past behind you
I can kama sutra, super flex you
Fuck you stupid my roof missin' coupe
Laced out, might loosen
back, they're gaining on you
Just cut and run like you always do
Dead men don't decide what's true
Folks and friends trying to track you down
'Cause you
I made you cry
And it's like two guns cause you shot me down twice
I search for new fun, wait a lie
Cause I want you to run to my house where it begun
alright, alright, alright, alright)
(Ya'll heard the new track, the new track by MixTapper)
(You know It's called Direct Deposit)
(It's out now, so go check
Now they run wild and foul
Stealin on beat
It's the truth
So please believe me
In the darkness
Where you see me
Close your eyes
Let me in deeply
Embrace
got game now you run with no shame
I chose rappin' tracks to make stacks
In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats
But now I don't wanna
shirt, the net worth
To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
think I could fucking run like you huh
See I'm just tryna find a way to your chest
Bumping 2Pac and Biggie while my mind on the breasts
So much shit up
Yea I run numbers
Yea I run numbers
Yo i run it up
Run it up
My wrist on frozen but you see I got the drip now
Yo bitch be cappin cause she really is
grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon
And spilled
Die by the gun
Shoot you just for fun
Shoot you just for fun
Up to the sun
Run run run
Man up be the one
It's done done done
This is for the wrong
to pop an addy just to get me back on track
I do this on my own I don't need no strings attached
They like play this shit again tell the dj run it back
Let me tie my hair back
Show you
That i'm serial
Rappers these days
They suffer
Real Delirial
Me and Andrew smokin' tracks
Locked away for days
after life but the
Pain from the way you died
And something reminiscent of hunger
But if you had a stomach only
Satiated by making somebody run
See that
the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number bitch, maybe when I'm ready to roll I'll hit you wit the totem
round hard top
Know'in that you really, really want's your top down
Know'in really that it's time to stop a run around
We don't live twice, only life
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
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