Road Runnin'

(album: Hardaway - 2019)

[Lil Pete:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Who are you to judge me?
You was not around when I was down and it was ugly
Yeah, gang, ayy

Who are you to judge me?
You was not around when I was down and it was ugly
All these 360 deals, labels tryna fuck me
Dawg lost trial, man, you know that shit touched me
Cold hearted killers in the trenches, you get lucky
To make it out
Had to get a passport to see what life about
'Cause it can be a blessing, but it come with curses
Always keep it trill when I'm writing down these verses
Instagram cool, but she better in person
I just wanna hit then buy that bitch a Birkin
I been sipping slime, got me slow, so I'm Perc-ing
Side bitch mad, feelings hurt 'cause she was lurking
Misinterpret the gang, you can meet your real rival
I'm a legend in my hood, something like I'm Michael
Pandora, Apple Music, streaming checks off Tidal

I been road running, road running
Lately I been road running, I been road running
See the opps, they catch a whole hundred, who hundred
Everybody think they know something, they don't know nothing
My days consist of me getting to a bag
Loyal to the soil, can't forget about the past
Never in my feelings, I'm just always in a bag
Get it how you live if it's good or it's bad

[Money Man:]
Who are you to judge me? She just wanna kick it like some rugby
She looked me in the face and said, "I love it when you touch me"
I'm in the trap, I'm catching plays, I hate it when she fuck with me
When I was growing up, I felt alone like no one loved me
I took a hundred K I made from streaming and bought a hundred bags
I took another 50K from publishing, started a weed lab
My mama told me, "Son, please be careful 'cause these niggas jealous"
My daddy told me, "Son, when you leave the house, keep a weapon"
I send a pack through UPS, I think a worker intercepted it
I like my girls with good heads on their shoulders, you know, real intellegent
I'm burning on a brand new strain, I think the grower just invented it
My Carolina nigga text an addy so I quickly sent it
Niggas'll fail you every time, they always on some dirty shit
Niggas snakes inside the grass, you know they on some lurking shit
I just bought a brand new Birkin just so I could catch some plays
And I pulled up and had served him fifty Gushers at the Days Inn

[Lil Pete:]
I been road running, road running
Lately I been road running, I been road running
See the opps, they catch a whole hundred, who hundred
Everybody think they know something, they don't know nothing
My days consist of me getting to a bag
Loyal to the soil, can't forget about the past
Never in my feelings, I'm just always in a bag
Get it how you live if it's good or it's bad