Lyrics:
It's me and you
Bottle of that 1942
Tell me what the hell you wanna do
Runnin up them blues
If I see yo bitch she gon choose
I might beat it beat it
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
without a motive
By making motherfuckers fry
Got me runnin' from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops
Helicopters tryin' to hover over niggas til we drop
but who do you think got the dough?
Take a look at that pilgrim passin' by
He's lookin' for love, I can see it in his eyes
He's runnin' 'round in
cruise in my city I do it so comfy
There's only one girl in this world
That I know love me but Go Head
Go Head go Head
It go If we ain't runnin'
Yeah
And no, it's not an excuse when I confess my love to you
And say I'm sorry with a song.
And woman when you know that I'm still runnin', but your love if
that quick, if my funds get low, you be like, "don't trip",
That's my bae, that's 100, hold me down whenever I need her, she come runnin',
Sayin' it's
a zone
We ain't trippin', you know I got it
Flexin' like a pimp wit' Lint inside of my pocket
Runnin' through these women pretendin' I'm civilized
Had
Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic
open and the dog's off the chain
I be that youngin' with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that youngin' on the run after I pop somethin'
and a downer
Higher than the moon got me runnin after stars and this groovy ass beat got me runnin out of bars
I just want that ass baby girl I don't want your
the rapper niggaz are clappin up anotha tell ev-a-ry one
Misery loves company so we done with thee
Enemy where he be energy sendin me the route
My
Black clouds in a red sky. No light but the war fires
No time, like the time of our lives.
It's the crime of our lives, Flashing by
Too much
runnin' after His throne.
I thought bein' on TV where everybody could see me
Was nothing short of the easiest way I could see to please me.
I'll never
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed
I've a nice little house and a cow or two with grass
I've a plant garden runnin' by the door
I've a shelter for the hens and a stable for the ass
me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the
Brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black
all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind
And they runnin', they runnin'
We gunnin', we gunnin', we're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
Walking
Walking down your hallway
Then you see me
But then I look away
Runnin' after me (Runnin', runnin')
Shoutin' out my name (Shoutin', shoutin')
Hate it or love it, leave it or take it
You gotta think now, cuz I'm runnin' outta patience
I been smokin' on these opps like a god damn Jamaican
wanting to be found
By someone who loves when I'm around
Shit wasn't easy
I had gone through hell bro I know that you believe
Find some love where I won't
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