Run It (feat. Teon Gibbs & D4WN)

Call me a king or just call me your majesty So fucking high like I’m beefing with gravity Look at these niggas like why are you mad at me I been the truth and these niggas ain’t half of me Damn, I just been burning the calories They do the most and I do it so casually I been a problem just spreading out anarchy I am the trillest ain’t no one as bad as me Damn, I got some head and it turned to a scholarship I need a bitch that just move like a silencer I am a nigga that keep all my promises I am a nigga that need no acknowledgements Pay for the clout and they give you allowances None of its real I just know that it’s counterfeit Fuck all these haters I come out on top of it Fuck all the haters I come out on top of it. Whoa I’m just not a fan of the way that way you move I’m beating out niggas that’s buying they views Fuck all that fake shit I just speak the truth Been workin so hard I got too much to prove Addicted to women I need them in twos King of the jungle the lion is loose Don’t trust these niggas they lying to you They’ll never stop me. Got too much to prove Had a thought in my head, I just brought it to life & I started to run it Talks of Infinity popping, still felling myself and I can't even stop it I went from the talking to walking, from plotting to stacking. I started to love it Now that they know what I'm on, swear they don't even want it. Don't even want it Scrapers and choppers Came out the gutters Trend on my covers, the aeroplane papers Might be symbolic Or be so iconic The people's Adonis I need me a goddess Look all around Far from the ground Getting so high, think I'm touching the cloud I just took a browse with the chrome while I sat on my throne, I was taking off crowns Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa We got it on lock, we doing it big, we making the moves We don't gotta talk, we walking the walk, they see how we do You talking to winners and lyrical killers, you try it you lose Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa Look Don’t tell me shit If it ain’t green I don’t know what it is my Nigga Pull up, straight like this Flow mean but still too clean like yea I’m way up If you still asleep better wake up Don’t know nobody like this Don’t know nobody like this Oh shit I’m in it! Call it your bitch Temperature rising but don’t give a shit I don’t got no patience so watch where you’re stepping Las Gidi the city I’m repping Here’s my confession Stop all that stressing You live and you learning That was the message Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa We got it on lock, we doing it big, we making the moves We don't gotta talk, we walking the walk, they see how we do You talking to winners and lyrical killers, you try it you lose Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa