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Running Rebels

 

Running Rebels

(album: Self Made Vol. 1 - 2011)


Ay....Look

[Wale:]
Where did my time go?
I let it fly
Spending time trya find em
And yall niggas the right flow
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
My slight foes just talk dirty
I clean em up
Money I make em but
Trust they seen enough
Lust would have you slipping
Love would have you stuck
From what they praise
Bitches thats artificially duck
Politicians be stunting
Most of them niggas dumb
Roll a swisher lets move it
My position improving
Not to mention
I have entered into a cooler unit
Moving in unionism
Used to be such a hooligan
But now I'm on a roll
I think I'm patches o'houlihan
Ben stiller
Zoolander same face
Bars change a nigga life
Nigga scared straight
Jordan 8 strapped up
Blasting out some backyard
Backwoods in my asstray
I'm happier when high
And drunk
Baby I'm in the zone
Lately been writing poems
Can't put my soul in the bullshit
Music that ya condone
Mu fuckit
Ima count all these duckets
Ima keep my intergrity
Ya can keep all yall budgets
Buzz it
Like my very first day in here
Laying here
Laying here all in your lady ear
Mercedes rear view
Thats what today appears
I'm past present
You lightyears
Behind here
Wale

[Teedra Moses:]
Rolling while I'm blowing in this stash
Got my foot on the gas
Drop top on this thang
And the moon looking beautiful as ever
City lights got me on another level
Feeling live tonight
Were running wild tonight
They can never hold me down
Cus I'm running wild

[Meek Millz:]
Uh
Uh
Yeah

They larry davis me
And try say I killed a cop
Picture that and they ain't fire
Not a single shot
They said I'm guilty
N I ain't get the chance to say I'm not
Bail was a quarter mill
They put me in a box
Ha
Dead broke tryna get a bail
Calling niggas really knowing
They don't give a hell
But I ain't give a fuck
Cus I ain't trying sit in jail
They giving niggas letters here
And they ain't sending mail
I'm talking life sentence
Forever nights pending
This shit right here
Turn a man to a mice
Nigga
This shit right here
Turn a killer to a nice nigga
Cold cell
Lock down
Like a vice gripper
Peep out my strategy
Winning I do sporadically
Try attacking me
Automatic shoot automatically
City backing me
Headed forward
No looking back at me
Lyrical assult
They charge me
Without the battery
Ha
Running rebel on another level
Like the Olympics these youngins
Just won another metal
They say to get a hundred mill
U must become the devil
If u believe that
Nigga u is dumb
As ever
Young and dumb
Or even old and stupid
I put my faith in GOD
Never try I just do it
Niggas get down for the moment
They ain't for movement
My nigga Rozay put me on the tour
Cus I am music

[Teedra Moses:]
Rolling while I'm blowing in this stash
Got my foot on the gas
Drop top on this thang
And the moon looking beautiful as ever
City lights got me on another level
Feeling live tonight
Were running wild tonight
They can never hold me down
Cus I'm running
Wild

I ain't never been a dreamer
Or fascinated by a beamer
Or none of those funny floats niggas gloat in
I keep it classic in that metal frame box I smoke in
Then push the mlk on a slow bend
Wit my kin that I came in wit
Blue collar gang we slang that ish
The script stuck to it
Hustle like we ain't gain ish
Never lookin for a handout
Ain't my language
I work hard for everything I get
And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day I slip
A rebel tho, I don't hold my lips
They say I talk like I'm god body
Bob marley marvin and Marcus
And since I skipped over puddles they try to throw me where sharks is but I'm a well of inspiration a wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation all bets on em double m g tell my foes I ain't left on em.

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