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like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high

on the day I build those
Still I say everyday I live though

Boat till I reach to the motherland
Don't compete yeah I'm not a fan
Can't share beats with

through bridges on the day I build those
Still I say everyday I live though

Boat till I reach to the motherland
Don't compete yeah I'm not a fan
Can't

One, two
Alright
Running and running
Keep telling me, telling
Running and running
Keep telling me, telling
It's like I’m running a marathon

Shit on You

D12

Devil's Night [Import Bonus CD]

2001

shit on you

Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin' (what?)
Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless
Your

Shit on You

D12

Purple Pills [Shady Single]

2001

your watch)
I'll shit on you
(Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family)
I'll shit on you

Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker

the ceiling
Hundreds, fifties, and them twenties
(Said I'm Running Running Running)
Said I'm running up the digits
Gotta stack me a million
Money taller

fraudin'
Come with my money, I'm not tryna bargain
Cramps in my stomach, a nigga was starvin'
I listen to Lox so I hardly was talkin'
Problems, I saw 'em

you risk all your heart?
Would you fight for me?
Been chasing after them cheques
Not running round for no bitches
Know a lot of niggas that's lied to me

with
Summer radishes, chicken down at Gladys’
Down at BlackBird with hoodies
And some Balances
Running and gunning, I’m Randall Cunning
My skin is

not want to be saved
If you call the cops
Atleast give me a running start
I got pills in my pocket and love in my heart

There's a stoning outside

you’ll leave
Then you begged you could stay
I’m one step ahead
Now I’m running away
What you did
What you said
Made me run
Made me hide
Made me not

I don't know where I'm going
But I'm running
I'll go far and far and far and keep on running
I don't know where I'm going
But I'm running
I'll go far

running like I can't stop
And now I'm running and I can't stop

Phyre full throttle
But these nigga so gassed
Call em refuse
Cause these niggas so trash
But

the locus
So you better go prone
Cause I'm about to blow up I feel like I'm konan
Stuck in the future I feel like I'm Tony
Running in Brooks not talking bout

stay up on my grind
And when I hit a Millie
Richard Millie for the time

I'm sitting with my cellie
Bitch you know it hurt my pride
I'm not finna fucking

Musically I'm Jackson Pollock
Try to figure me out girl
You only have the perception not the perceived world
We still live under Hammurabi code

Kettle, Why Settle When I'm High Level
This not Reggo, I'm checking my flight schedule

Cartier Buffs wit the bubble eyed lens
They Stare at the McLaren

circles,
lungs breaking in pieces, 
I should stop, take a breath, yeah, yeah, yeah. 
I won't run forever, I'll wait till you get better, 
and if I'm home by

pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell

Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale 
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail 
You can hate me, but await me like

Richard, the floor needs sweeping
(Okay boss) now stack some shelves up (Okay)
Richard, we need more chips (Okay)
By now you must know mans pissed
But I'm

feel me
I'm just tryna coo me a Richard Millie

Hold up they know my swag on
Real nigga yeah my bag strong
Listen to this
This my bag song
I do the hit

Toxic
Written by Oliber Rodriguez & Richard c Santana



-Hook-
I got that toxic p***y
The bite dont bark no p***y
He might just eat the p***y
Bon