Lyrics:
Hold up wait don't nobody move but the cake
Don't nobody move but the bread
You foolish you think you can do it like greg
I'ma just run up them racks
confident until
I made 'em run you know it's Logic
In your vicinity murder evil entities
Better known as your enemies you feel it now
Spark the L and you be
I'm a king you can call me sire
Coming for my spot
You know heat rise to the top
Dropping tracks head be bopping
Raise the heat and start it popping
keep flowing
On the right track
Ain't no signs of slowing
Down, down, down, down
So take a look around (Take a look around)
Everything you see was
up
Put down yea right there they got left
I stay with the gun, you run up on me,
Then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like
run, they run, they run, they run their lyric through
But when you're finished rhymin' you have not heard nothing new
So this one dedicated to the one
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
Run from the back
Notice that guy, and now they call him back
Run from the back
Run from the back
5605 they got my back
I came from the track
You want
forward two steps back
Making habits claiming habitats ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of time
And get mental pop the tape eight track
times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by
gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your
Follow me leading cause I'm undefeated
I'm going for gold when I run up the track
Hop on beat and I make it a heater
I'm blowing up like if you gunning
Flexin on dese niggaz like a bicep
By any means we gon eat
(Chorus "Lolo DaBoss")
Who you know kill a track like me
Dish it out get it back
Make it
names
I'm hot enough to walk barefoot through a field of smoldering flames
If I go insane you better hide later and run first
Cause my flows sporadic like
us
I’m feelin’ dangerous
I got danger in my blood and it run thick
Ain't nobody know the way of how I function
Pass me by you wouldn’t dare to try
can't run, in and out game
Hit you from the back, probably get you with the mouth game
Ain't nobody business, this is our thing (jam)
Spit all
Out of many generations
Old school power meets new school warriors
We come to skank up the nation
Run the track, pon di tune give me the reggae
Out
that
Mad a couple wrong turns but now im back on track
You gotta be careful what you do cause you cant take it back (Yeaaahh)
Steady thinking bout my
money bag
You can push it, you can push it
Bring it to me by the 4th
You don't want flak
Flip that bag
Keep it on track
Flip that bag
Get a lil bat
Flip
walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you
walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you
I I I, I I I I)
And we run
Baby I know places we won't be found and they'll be
Chasing their tails tryin' to track us down
'Cause I, I know
production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't playin' witchu!"
Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the track
The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit
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