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relax
you can plant your feet now
There is nothing appealing in a heart that is unmoved by emotions
And nothing finer than a heart true in its devotion

life is going by
Chasing the cool
Running
Thought it was cake walking
Caught at a standstill
Waiting to paint portrait
The good, the bad and the ugly

of bought freebase 
And now she's off to Cali
If I was running bases
Right now, she couldn't out me
Her use and the abuse altered reality profoundly
The truth

text now
Gucci Fendi Prada on me right now
I think that she really want me
She texting me right now
I just popped a pill
Hope I feel it by the sun down

in the gym to out here running from the laws
Want to run from my problems but surrounded by the walls
I felt trapped and when cornered i'ma strike

the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine

Team

Iggy Azalea

Team

the finger
You gotta set the score right, call it Hans Zimmer
My time wherever I go
I took a chance like I'm from Chicago
Hundred-plus in that Murcielago

a sick sith, I
Ain’t been in da club liked fif, yea
But I’ve been Sipping hen by the fifth
Leave my sorrows
In the bottom of the bottle
Praying for

Fuck a 50 limit 100 men to Taco Bell
Only way we getting there is a ride through hell
Really wanna get inside get a wrap and harmonize
Bathroom trips

I’d much rather be a rapper than a YouTube artist
This life seems so much better than always being haunted
By unrealistic standards set by kids,

I ain't with the fuck shit
Industry Sound; no budget
100 milli bitch I ain't budging
Triple that shit; it ain't nothing
Surrounded by abundance
They

For me but they running
Niggas they sick
They cant do nothing for me

Yea

One hundred

need batteries 
Putting in a hundred percent not twenty three
Got haters and got a lot of enemies 
But that's alright they ain't got the same energy 

I

Drip, Drip, Drip, Im by myself
Fuck the fame I want the wealth
Im still going, And I aint running out
Im in this bitch, Making momma proud

Im running

m’s)

I’m running that money up 

(Running that money up) 

I’m 100 like Air Force 1’s 

(100 like Air Force 1’s)

In the streets like a hummer car boy

Heads Up

Birdman

Baby aka the #1 Stunna [Clean]

2002

(Heads up)
I hear them people coming daddy
You better get to running daddy
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
They walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads

Spinning at 100 miles per hour
Driving at full power
I don't have a license i don't have an ID
Need a roadblock if you wanna stop me

Spinning at 100

involved
It's the finals
And my dogs came to take it all
With the heron, nigga I'm Lebron (Huh)
Quarter millie for my car
And that's on the Quran
You running

portraits

Verse Two: RZA

Check the mic lines for wire-taps
...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
Fire back, all hands on deck

muscles pay the mortgage
Money orders Corrlinks, push button Porsches
Portraits, gorgeous
Scary like the mortuary terrace, carry grudges like the rabies

the Gucci store and spaz
I was on my last, last
I was running from the drug test
Count it up on my iPad
They was already hating on us anyway
We need

Do the dash that's 2 hundred running through my mind 
Yeah this life like a movie you can't hit rewind aye

They so upset no they don't want to see me

right behind me (ay!)
Play it gangster keep em by me (ugh)
Surprise his ass if he try me
Doseau 

New toy and it came with a case (k)
Im 100 i wont touch

I'm discrete about it
Everything I say a hundred ain't no need to doubt it
I got plan I execute it my mind never clouded
As long as you running with me