Lyrics:
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
fury, entice 'em with this rocket
Bars get to droppin' everywhere
Like I'm bronze bombin'
You couldn't put me in a box if we boxin'
BTS shots the only
to the other side
And I successfully achieved what all those others tried
Carry my city on my back
Like a crucifix
For more than a decade
Cuz I can do this sh*t
girl please don't cry open door I'm outside
Your boyfriend ain't sh*t come on let me dry your eyes
We can run for a while we keep on natural high
get all in her throat
Cuz her mans, he be hating on the low
I run this shit up like a pro
2Pie pass the f***ing ball and I'ma score cuz we just tryna
tryna fight, ayo Bankrol, go get the blicks
Get the blicks, grab the choppa, Trey we boutta run them down
Bitch just like poker, bet it all, fuck em, send
that line (Run-run)
Tragically struck down in my prime
By the speed at which the bags are dropping
Shoulda watched the sky
You don't wanna live this life
gettin this money i swear that I love it
Bruh ain't spin in a minute
Niggas they mad cause I'm winning
Hop in that free car nigga we spinnin
I lost Joe
my fingers, watch how fast your dame run
Fuck with Bryce and J? you must plan to die today
Shootin' fadeaways for the dub, we don't tie the game
Bryce
you down to die,
'cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it nigga nut wit yo five,
I like to lease shit it's
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
the cops getting dropped by the gunshot
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed
the booth
When i hop in this bitch then i’m going insane
They still got my bro, so much love for lil joe
Think about you at night and it put me in pain
He
runs far
They killing us slowly we ruin ourselves
A city of ashes one day we gon melt
Our mental's are set on the cheddar and cream
This not the worst
it'll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can't we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I'm gone in this
at the stairs
Stay strapped though, never lack though
Watch your back though word to Fat Joe
We let them ninety-nine clap mo'
This the city called the rotten
Bundled in anger can turn to rage
Black lives gon be put in a cage
Or left dead by the palest of faces
RACIST
Run the building
We outside betting on races
some cheese
'cause we ride stick petty and smoke shit
find a lane to toke with
we ain't never quick to come up on now yet run up on whether she want
girlfriend ass like a taco
Yeah- yeah, they from Mexico
And that's where I'm tryna go
Run, run, run truck yeah, fantastico
(Met this young) Met this
Young
on niggas and I don't even rap
One day I'ma act like a candle so I can meet my match
We could kick it like shoes, but no strings attached
Man down, this ain't
sound good? This sound trash
Ima run away right after I smash
Bitch got a shiny ass face, what the fuck is on with that?
Got a big fat role in this life,
and branding, and
I won't stop until I have them all dancin in France and
This is purely artistic
Forget about statistics
I gotta be authentic Joe
If I said it I
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
Stabbed in the back I been shanked by them snakes
You won't catch me laggin this shit ain't a game
Straight out the dirt but we tryna get big
Run up
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