Lyrics:
patiently waiting
Gotta get you off, they thought I was lazy Too much pride, I can't be basic
I'm on the grind, the bag I'm chasin' Trapped by the band, I
a class by myself you cant fuck with me
Bar king my nigga but you can call me sire
I had pounds of the loud that'll get you higher
You Robin Williams with
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
Sitting back, take a swig of this rum
Inspired by the vibrations from the kick of this drum
My mind makes me revisit the slums
I come from where
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
again
Weather's murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Corabell Lee
A yellow dog knows when he has sinned
You wanna walk away and start over
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
to be, nooo
I can't spend this time alone
I tell ya without you
You'd make me stronger
[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
You too fly to be askin' a guy why
All
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
a beast
And I can't rest til my enemies rest in peace
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Run up on me, I'ma knock the hell outta why'all
My back
the same ol' same
Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this bullshit day to day
If I sell some yay or smoke some
can't perform so go back home
Wale eh Walee we run the show and dem vex oo
Wale eh Walee they make the dough and get more hope
Wale eh wale eh Shatta
can't perform so go back home
Wale eh Walee we run the show and dem vex oo
Wale eh Walee they make the dough and get more hope
Wale eh wale eh Shatta
the music, and produce these bumping beats
Now we turning up to Travis, then we vibe with Swae Lee
In the back seat of the car, drug deals like Escobar
I’m not
lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They
(INTRO)
Mi nephew
Meshach lee williams
Miss you so much
(VERSE 1)
Gone too soon
Gone too sudden
Wait pon your retern di door lef open
You never
Don't be fooled by the Republican,
Don't pity the Democratie,
Vote John Lee Hooker and everything gone be mellow,
Knocked out, copastatic.
See
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
You're the one nigga
Who's a dumb nigga
And a bum nigga
You're a slum nigga
Better run nigga
When I come nigga
With a gun nigga
You're
Yeah, Hartsfield to LAX make the trip so many times
Can't tell you where i'll be
Just landed out the plane in a whip with CPG
Intrigued by THC in
Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run
And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
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