Lyrics:
baby girl hot let me rub the el gato
We can get away from here, to my place running to my casa del llamo
Just you and me girl, we smoking choking
They keep starting to astound us
Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life
to a blind alley
Every beat you move closer
I start running
Running away from you
By the time you pass by me
I regret it
Running away from you
Pull me back
haters who wanna pop shit (I got this)
I'm leanin' back in the cockpit
I drop big bombs these bastards can't stop it (Hot shit)
I'm a profit for profit,
Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's
touchdowns I could never fumble
All the outfits in my closet water like a puddle
Stack my money tall Imma call it Bill Russell
Gotta aim for first I don't
Oh yeah oh yeah
Am I running away from dreams
Is everything what it seems to be
Rebirth from the T now its homiisun
Taking on my enemies one by one
Reuel, stop playing with these niggas
Goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one
I ain't gon' lie yeah
All I need is twelve seasons
I'ma one up Bill
to carry all this weight I feel it in my chest
God help me stop the rain before the flood comes drifting in
I'm just running and I'm running
Yeah I'm
Dreaming of us running away, turning the page
Never look back feeling locked in a cage
Looking for change, looking for grace
Dreaming of raps that
sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch
and hustle hard
My grind is real, my hustle dope
I'm finding meals, I'm signing deals
I'm the Gladiator like Russell Crowe
Yeah, you know it's real, but
mashed thinking it's gravy
I'm from a block where brenda never really had her baby
Growing up you had to knuckle up or give it up
We running through your
to something
Running to something far away
Unseen by the others in the herd
I'm only running to something
Running to something
Into the arms of my dream
I
Change - Written by Louis Knight
Had to wait here for hours just find a way out
Had to sit down with the devil just to see what he was abou
These
so far away from me and I'm
I'm looking for a signal
You been drinking with your friends turned up with brenda
And I'm standing here looking for
whiskey
And ginger beer
Two job working tougher than Ghurka
No Irv Gotti but a nigga came to Murder
No face no case like a nigga got a Burqua
Stay away
they can't cock-block me
G-dub, I know you know this bitch by tha name of Danielle
Body of a Goddess, face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't
to Vecna'
Said I gave up on women but real respect to Melinda
Gym rat on the trap and I'm running a lap with Brenda
Like what's my agenda
Like the fuck is her
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart
it instead
Why am I running out of life
Am I running out of time
Am I running out of my mind
How can I
Stop running out of life
Stop running out
“You Still Are” by Brenda Carsey
This is it, this is all we know
Surrounded by fools, how can one expect to grow?
Keep making your judgements, keep
where is YBD at
Whole crew by my side you know I eat sleep and breathe that
Hopping in the Buick drive my shit right down the freeway
I ain't need no nice
it's me they running to now
Who can stop my track? I'm macking them like I'm Dru Down
The first haters that step get kill and peeled
Messing with
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