Wind Runner

Check check yuh, second grade in the shade slang the lemonade Safe to say at that age I wanted major cake My lane aflame yeah ya plane it just got delayed I'll begin to make it raw while ya'll assimilate Rawdawg lickin' up the dinner plate WOOF Continental drifter I'm the Riddler on the ROOF Cold with the scripture like a blizzard living PROOF Eat the whole pie fuck a slice give me the loot And now I'm moving through the city like a Christmas parade I got support from The Rechordium the sickest brigade And im'a fold em' like accordions lettin' the organs play Order me a quarter P, flip it and get my bills paid Runnin' from the past, but now I'm chasing the present See the hour glass, I'm losing them precious seconds Moving like the flash, no question no second guessing If this will be my last wish I'll die a fucking legend And now I'm groovin' in the movement, poof that man elusive I'm breakin' all the rules, he's in and out your county line Confused little school kid, ain't giving no two shits El paso shit is ruthless blessings I've been counting mine And now they fucking with the movement, baby girl looking juicy I had to school a student, my hand is up and down her spine My crew been gettin' too lit, haters they need to cool it They bitin' like a toothpic, here's to ya'll that doubted my I've been on this road yeah a long long time This is all I know I'ma go get mine So I suggest you digress, get out my way I'll get this bread, I'm gettin' fed the record plays Where the hell am I heading to next Hopefully a scenic region maybe Sweden keep it fresh And I can feel the bead of sweat up on my chest because I'm running hard You're here today, but maybe you'll be gone tomorrow And call me crazy baby I gotta keep it raw, blazed on a lazy day I favor Colorado Desperado bottle of Milagro pretty senorita in the seat merciealago Bring the desert heat up in the streets wherever I go Litter than a senor frog whipping the tahoe Daddy white my momma brown call me Mr. Milano Looking like the Asian Patrick Swayze with my eyes closed Getting lifted like the fifties sittin' up the bronco Bout to make it rain up in this bitch so bring your poncho Villa, crazy is the vida, AMG 2 seater speeding down the street just like a cheetah Lost in Carolina you'll find me getting that mountain high Miner of a heart of gold I found it but I let it slide Travel with a lighter load the ghosts they follow close behind Had the tunnel vision on a mission now I see the light Can I handle the candle light when it's gettin' dimmer Put my hand on top of the mic proper delivery Lord open up in the sky He's gonna let me in Yeah it's been one hell of a ride I'm running with the wind I've been on this road yeah a long long time This is all I know I'ma go get mine So I suggest you digress, get out my way I'll get this bread, I'm gettin' fed the record plays