Lyrics:
run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B-boys, fuck the Jackson 5
You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be
You can get ill,
on the scene to see my dream
You gonna need a wide screen
Lights in neon
Lights in neon
Hitman shooter
Feel like Leon
Book of Eli
Book of Eli
Shooting peons
the world, blood in the sea
I'll make you get down on your knees
And in time, you may never see
What thanks do I get for this all?
Listen, for the end will
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm
find your way
So practise what you pray
Don't run away
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
I am dreaming in
ever see them again
But there's a Friend who sticks closer
Than a Brother until the end
Unlike Michael Jackson
He'll never leave you alone
And its
worry 'bout them
Just worry 'bout you, and what you gonna do
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
huh
Run it up, run it up, run it up (run it up)
Niggas broke 'cause they be on that funny stuff (broke)
Richard Mille, my wrist be on (ooh)
I done
like them
And they don't like that
They don't love shit, so what we gon' do?
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry about me,
Bone bone bone bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
When there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment
Bone bone bone bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
When there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment
spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
this nigga run for 'bout a half a block
My fourth and inches when I
Touch down? He ain't gonna
Make it to see when the next Madden drop
Ya bitch said my
tull fortune
Ride with me baby i promise
Imma make this life so flawless
See me take over the cities
They don't know what i be cooking
All the platinum
Jackson, and Cosby
Black man attacked on camera, faggot police'll ride free
So what does Nas see
Don't wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe
Hate
Slingin' shit for fun, boy we do this shit for practice
Run up in your house like I'm Lamar Jackson
I can't buy your shit, cuz I know that you be taxin'
nice and slow
Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood
to do
It's a great big price to pay to be the man
So listen to what I have to say
It's not what you think when you see him roll
In the limo
like that
I know that you're gonna need to change and you've got a lot to make up
This is what a real life thing was meant to be
But I can't run into
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
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