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RUN TOO

 

RUN TOO

(专辑: GHETTO GODS - 2022)


I must be one of the lucky ones
Gr8 dick
So-so credit
Live life light headed
I'm the madness to the method... man
From a place with out no WU Tang clan
But we got Ku Klux claims all up through there
Hustle all we do here
Tryna make shake till its popping like a root beer
Made this in a leap year
Next year I'll be nuclear
Hella high faluting
Hot boxing two stories
I'on give a fuck bout who here
Always been the underdog its over for that bullshit
Born with the skillset
Built up the tool kit
Got the pocket presence its a breeze
On some drew shit
Hate when niggas talk but when they see you they don't do shit
I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing
Always said my checkered past would have em jumping to conclusions
Can't have nobody around me that ain't making contributions
All I do is run get high, fuck, and make music

What I life what a life what a life this is
Who can I who can I open up too
What I life what a life what a life this is
Who can I who can I open up too

I'm tried of niggas
I'm tired of mother fuckers under achieving
Scared of their greatness wasting their breathing
Spoiling blessings
Pissing they Chances down drain
Sitting own they hands wondering why their situation ain't change
I'm tired crackers I'm tired dealing with You racist bastards
Salty asses can't focus on nothing else but me
I'm tired of haters frightened by something Imma be
Cause my purpose got you feeling worthless now we enemies
I'm tired of sleeping tired of creeping tired of hoes tired of Hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol
Shawty tryina do her best
As she sliding down this pole but she see my mind gone and I'm all alone
So Who can I open up to prolly this bottle
This sack of weed I talk to it, it talks to me
We eye to eye we knee to knee we praying for some shit ain't sure if it exist
Yeah we lucky if we wind up with a loyal bitch
We slide out our moms how quickly we forget
Here surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip here
Hope you ain't got this image of me in your head
The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead
The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on his linen
Picture perfect perfect image
Nigga that ain't how I'm living
Nigga that ain't how I'm living
So gone and throw a finger in the sky for the sinners

What I life what a life what a life this is
Who can I who can I open up too
What I life what a life what a life this is
Who can I who can I open up too

Too
What I life what a life what a life this is
Who can I who can I open up too

Oooohhhh

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