Lyrics:
the devil owe me tax
Bank on that, it's payback
Two strikes and I'm up to bat
Home run for this spiritual gunner
Can't retire without a number
Seasons change
gettin money since them honeys had them small faces
So many little me's
I can hear small traces
But I just ignore it
Cuz I'm too big for it
And I can hear
Well we did and years later we got it still
Gave you my bio, "Under Construction 1 and 2"
Hundred percent, Ginuwine, that was from me to you
I'm makin
money since them honeys had them small faces|So many little me's|I can hear small traces|But I just ignore it|Cuz I'm too big for it|And I can hear 'em
purchasing the flow, East Coast
King, god, pharoah
Feared the sensei, go for bone marrow, save
My name is running coyote
I'm on peyote with the queen,
homes carry on
And dont be stunting if your not a stunt rider, lier bout a bike but The hoes still look by ya
Now lets salute
Ra Rev em up Rev em up
around me, got me feeling up on they breasts
Rev Me Up
Pull on my chain, don't blame for what happens next
Rev Me Up
They call me Pochita, bitch Im off
stopping
Couldn't be limited by my wallet
I'm running this shit i'm not stopping
Hol on i'm tryna converse with my pockets
I have a rocket no time for
You could take a pain pill but the pain still real
I would wright a love song tell you how I really feel
I would take a bullet for you then, and I
Words by Timothy Wright
Based on Joshua 24:15
You've been running and running
Running for a long time
Your time is winding up
You better make up
you tight
I love feeling you're mine
When it's just us and the road
Rev me up and go
Ooh
Take me for a ride
You and I
Take me for the ride
Of my life
Ah
though I'm
Pro like Moses Malone
Mr wright is like kryptonite
For those that bite
And life is like a gamble, one example
Roll the dice ebola striking
Get
the best in town
Work that nine to five
Just baking bread in my bakery
Clock in right on time
Just baking bread in my bakery
Wright song line by line
Just
Stark please lend me a RPG for my enemies
Sike I ain't got any all of my people feeling me
Sure I got haters but I feed up off their energy
My life
die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse
singing for Jesus a long time
(I'm not tired yet)
Been running by day and praying by night
(I'm not tired yet)
I've gotta get going it's a mighty
My mom's an inspirational woman, like I don't make it home for the holidays as much as I'd like to, but I try for my mother and like she inspired me
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
do me
Cannot break me I'm not Bonaduce
Balling like Calvin, he ball like 23
Pockets on sauce, I'm talking blue cheese
They can't write my rhymes
They
them bikes running,
running to lights and shit
and I be clean when I’m on the bike
they steady complement my drip
my bike be l matching my fit
my fit
and on the mic, I am the nicest
Me and my bitch ride for life like Osirus and Isis
Yeah, word to Run-D.M.C. I'm Tougher Than Leather-face
Never threw a gun in
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
road
And I roll quick no I'm never rolling slow
What am I running from I don't know
But every morning when the sun hits my eye
I rev the engine kick
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