Running With The Wolves

(album: Throw Aways - 2019)

(Al Geno on the track)
Investments 6, Yung

Running with the wolves coming straight up out the sewer
I'ma money connoisseur so a nigga got pull
I can get you hit, I can get your wig split
From a distance, murk 'em then I'm back on tour
Running with the wolves so I'm running with a pack of young niggas
Who'll scratch a nigga, go and flash a nigga (Brrat)
No I can't show no mercy when it's pressure, nigga (No)
Big forty on me, no you better not test a nigga (Woo)
Shoot outs, shoot outs, we make niggas move out
We scrape pans and pots to expand the block (Yes)
Is you staying or not? (Is you stayin'?)
Pussy nigga is you staying or not?
It's fuck a label, tried stop a nigga progress (Progress)
Don't let a nigga drop a project (Project)
Fuck it, back to the projects (Projects)
Scraping up the pots in the projects, yeah

You got the heart of the ghetto (Ghetto)
You got the heart of the ghetto (Ghetto)
You got the heart of the slums (Slums)
You got the heart of the slums (Slums)
Brrat, a whole lot of drums (Brrat)
Brrat, nigga, whole lot of drums (Lot of drums)
Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm (Let it storm)
Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm

Running with gorillas, it ain't nowhere you can hide
Put a bounty on a nigga like he GTA 5
When we slide, we slip and slide, put the clip inside (Side)
I take you for a ride, don't sympathize (Woo)
You want beef then you know you get brutalized
Every clip in my gun, it get utilized
You get down or you don't, ain't no choosing sides
'Cause this game that we playing, bitch, it's do or die

You got the heart of the ghetto
You got the heart of the ghetto
You got the heart of the slums
Yeah, you got the heart of the slums
Brrat, a whole lot of drums
Brrat, nigga, whole lot of drums
Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm
Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm

Hoo, put a bounty on a nigga like he GTA 5 (Talk to 'em)
On my knees every morning, thanking God I'm alive
I know you don't love me, you telling me lies ( You telling me lies)
I hope my niggas don't ever divide

Don't say shit to me bitch, just get in and drive
I'm keeping my eyes on the prize
You blocking my blessings so I told you bye (Bye)
Top five, dead or alive
I got this drip if I'm dead or alive (Drip)
Bitch, I got this drip if I'm dead or alive
Top five, dead or alive

You got the heart of the ghetto
You got the heart of the ghetto
You got the heart of the slums
Yeah, you got the heart of the slums
Brrat, a whole lot of drums
Brrat, nigga, whole lot of drums
Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm
Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm

You speak for the people, you speak for the motherfucking underdogs
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm)
For the motherfuckers that ain't got no voice
(You got the heart of the ghetto
Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm)
The lil' children
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it storm)
The old people
You speak for everybody, nigga, from the slums
(You got the heart of the ghetto)
Vandross