Lyrics:
we be known to wreck
So when you play this shit don't jock nigga)
I'ma give it to you live I'ma
Give it to you raw i ain't even finna play
With you
like the old pistons
Niggas need to talk loud just to voice their opinion
My niggas pull up and have to change your image
We don't do no drive-bys, we
we pop bottles in the vip
(Kang) Call me Joe clark niggaz lean on me (Yeah)
Racks on me, got green on me (Racks)
Givenchy look so clean on me (Whoo
travelled by the multitude/
remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...
Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
fighting for freedom, writing
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
[Verse 3]
Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
Comparison
This shit here more embarrassin'
So I'ma use
that shit by the pint
So don't bring shit for me
I spit it off the dome, I don't run 16s
I ain't fill that 30 clip, I only put sixteen
Bitch you go
Rockin' a cain, back up bitch, you blockin' my lane
Tryna foul on a nigga 'cause you hot in the flame
Fuck you, and them ho ass nigga's you run wit'
Fuck
flames, try and hate us
We be running this game, fuck a hater
Bought her some Lacoste, alligator
I just iced out a ventilator
Covid paranoia got me patient
the heart
Slim Spigga n fat joe, all set let's go let's go
the meaning of this song
I think everybody should know
my style is like no other
when I speak it's
Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run
And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want
with the fake shit, tell me how to leave that
I don't ever please that
I just hit 'em like Fat Joe, let 'em go lean back, like
Aye, fuck all the lovey
stressing don't get dissected
Thank you to all of my demons that stayed by my side and just taught me some lessons
Every song talking bout Niemans
This nigga
little so we gon' pull up in Ferraris
Uh, run around with them same niggas, I ain't thinkin' about hangin' with new ones
I'll go dig up them old rods,
Trump Impression
You're supposed to be this great rapper
How'd you lose a rap battle
With the deaf bitch?
CBS News
We interrupt your program for
Ey Su
Open the kitchen, we cookin'
Made a hit by mistake, oops
My line busy, fall season like who this?
I'm the highest, fuck the roof
I'm kinda hot
been this high in years
That Indo only in Cali grown and we've got fat sacks in a Valley Joe
Blowin' big bomb at my house and leavin' niggas stuck with
G.I. Joe, we serving guap this shit not Moes
Okay but I'm him
Ready to risk, spinning blocks like disc
Outdone by a Jit
I know that makes you sick
I
Niggas try turn off my shine by switchin up
Can't depend on no nigga, only God I trust
Do not run up, lil nigga, I keep it tucked
Hoppin right out
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
his DJ or any other
Member of your crew, not a thing you can do
Gotta say peace to Infinite Kendu
Showbiz, Fat Joe, (?) and Apache
Nobody can match
me lost in a world
I'm staring at my demons like fat asses and pearls
This car got my cock hard, look at the wheels
Skirt on a bitch like schoolgirls
If a run, them a run, them can't run like we
Stone them a fling, them can't fling like we
How them, them boy fi come sing like we?
She say fi
Stop
when you got that charm
'Cause even when I never had shit
We had chicks to link in these dry parts
Tryna make cash fast
Before shit got foul like Joe
shootin for the stars
We gone do it musically
Sure I'm broke but it gives me hope bro
Force me to go get better and grow more
Out this hole. Get a brand new
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