Lyrics:
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
From the 901
Back to back
On a title run
Sleep through the day
I ain’t see the sun
Locking in the house
Till the album done
Don’t hit my line for about
straight through the peep hole
I'm tryna run it up 'member when I had zero
I'm tryna feed the whole fam cause n**** I'm the hero
Ballin on the n***** now I
shit on your new album or what?
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half
Man don't you
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Everybody, let me hear ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
I run with convicted felons
Scream, yellin'
Bitch
Everybody, let me hear ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
I run with convicted felons
Scream, yellin'
Bitch
Chevy Flash
Flash is on the run I'm like a bullet from a gun
Dem niggaz gonna mourn 4 a god has been born
Nas once said rap is dead n gone
But with full
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
I'll never change in fact I'm stamped
So darling mind you I'm the one to make a run
Enclose the case to run it up
These sunny days don't shine enough
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
and get the money right Noooooooowewww
Gotta get it gotta get it
A whole lot of money right N oooooowwwww
Woahh let's go let's go right Nooooowwww
Let's get
Everybody, let me hear ya say
Woof! motherfucker, Woof! motherfucker
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yay
I run with convicted felons
Scream, yellin'
Bitch
the bullshit by the ton
I say move, you better run
Diesel tar up in my lungs
(Shut up Kai, you talk too much)
Ain't no M and M, I'm fuckin' nuts
Snow- on Tha
tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
I strangled
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
I strangled
Run To Bahaddarhat......!
Calling, calling on the phone
Was feeling all alone
Take a foot out from your home
Outside the door
Just don't you turn
exploring the urbanite theme
Picture the setting and picture the scene
This is a personal album, all of the things about me, are not what they seem
This is
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
down and I run at you
Yeah
I'm painting portraits while endorphins spinning
I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous woman
Pave the future
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