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leak out, aunties freak out
The front porch is sorta like the beach house Niggas running bases with their cleats out
Every week now I'm getting texts

Build me up to shut me down and stop me running
Push and pull to bring you out but you keep gunning
Bury that knife into neck 
Turn our lives into

trousers
Still in the hood got my people out it
Ain never need no guidance
Deep in the water like I'm scuba diving
She fucked me for these bloody diamonds
I

We, we are the champions, we can't stop
Cause you just can't keep them
Ruff Ryders down, down, down

By any means necessary, I'mma hold down

Running by the metro station
Pushing all the people on the way
I couldn't make it to take the train

Maybe it's the worst confession
I wouldn't speak

on this gas can't comprehend
Riding through the west inside a Benz
Messages I wish I never sent
Running from the cops just jumped the fence
People wanna be

Always beefed as a kid, running 'round different places I lived
Still stick by the statements you give
This side of me is hid but I need to let go

You know I’m lyrically littering
Back in the mode where I’m killing it
Man I’m fighting in a battle we’re nobody gone win
Some people still think that

heartstrings, yeah

I fantasize you can't decide
I'm in denial but still I'm right here
Waiting by your side, side

Why is you messing with my mind? yeah
Guess

on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me

what your hobby is
And your life is the sloppiest
You wouldn’t know love if it was in front of your face
And you want is fame and you’re still running

think they're gonna joust that shit
Get ready to feel like you've got hit by a car
In the people tornado it's max overdrive
In the people tornado you run

Is This the Life We Really Want?

Roger Waters

Is This the Life We Really Want?

2017

are running, this is a fine-tuned mach

The goose has gotten fat
On caviar in fancy bars
And subprime loans
And broken homes
Is this the life,

by the lord got shot never fell
Even when it seem rough
Gotta get the cream up face got scraped
Trying to get it cleaned up
Dead Game still lifting

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't

What the fuck could he be talking about man sheit
Yuh, why lie I ain't say I'm fine
People running I just take my time
Why lie I ain't say I'm fine

Alright, okay, let's get it situated
I spit directly from the
People that originated
All of that shit you faking
Think that imitation is amazing
You

out of it
Ooh
Ooh
I feel
I feel
I feel
We're running out of time
So many people think I lost my mind 
But miracles and encounters 
Sure do show them

people/pissing off TikTok
It's got me running like I can't stop
It's got me running like I can't stop
But now my meds ran out reup my script doc
It's got me

Downtown

Elliott Yamin

Let's Get to What's Real

2011

the first
Trying to get by on this boulevard
Downtown, downtown, oh yeah
Downtown, downtown, oh yeah
People running 9 to 5 and know we all get hard

old routine
cs people keep racing by
(keep racing by)



The ray of sun
It waits for no one
24 hours are not enough 
But what maybe
We still keep

When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher
I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad
And those drugs are still running through my veins
Still affecting

was a younger boy
But I still remember you
Back in those times
We had fun
Yeah, those times are gone
Just like the setting sun
We are all fading one by

I need to show the whole damn world
Who I'm supposed to be
I'm running on a journey
That has yet to be seen
Out of 7 billion people I'm the only me