Run Down (feat. Millyz)

[00:12.02] Walked down on the opp, I ain't tryna drive
[00:14.66] First class private if I gotta fly
[00:17.01] My mama couldn't afford it, now I gotta buy it
[00:19.27] We wasn't close, the nigga died, and I forgot about it
[00:21.84] I brought the phone to the projects, watched them crowd around it
[00:24.27] Pistol in your mouth, why you tryna shout it?
[00:26.17] All we got is hope, my dreams was on a boat, and niggas tried to drown it
[00:29.31] I learned how to swim, somehow I got up out it
[00:31.30] Rarely was we sittin' down, niggas oughta take out
[00:33.83] Get your address, and all night we on the stakeout
[00:36.23] I got your bitch happy, then like acne, l'ma break out
[00:39.08] Everything changed my first day out, been focused on my way out
[00:42.33] In and out of spots when you move, move cautious
[00:44.74] Sixth floor, not a crib, remind me of a fortress
[00:47.15] Shorty always in my face, keep remindin' me she gorgeous
[00:49.54] Middle finger, fuck a cop, they just mad that I can't afford it
[00:52.09] Cops listen to my raps, I gotta watch how I be talkin'
[00:55.29] Lil' mama, I been fuckin', she be chillin' with the opps
[00:57.90] When I pull up to a spot, I got it on me
[01:00.37] Watch my body, I can't die for bein' horny
[01:02.76] Niggas sayin' stuff, they got me slidin' with my brody
[01:05.24] Homies dyin', I can't add it up, nobody know me
[01:07.84] I been cryin', got me walkin' 'round here with a .40
[01:09.95] Never thought l'd see this type of life when I was just a shorty
[01:12.92] Real niggas gotta understand
[01:14.77] I just wanna smoke and pop a bottle with my man
[01:16.98] My daughter askin' 'bout the world, I said, "You got it in your hand"
[01:19.60] Felt like you touched a million when it got a hundred grand
[01:22.55] I been goin' through it, nobody can understand
[01:24.91] They taught me how to stack it, we wrapped it with rubber bands
[01:27.78] Comin' through your window to get it like Rubberman
[01:30.16] Cash Money brothers, my hitter like Dutta man
[01:32.57] Stuff too many bullets in it, and the gun will jam
[01:35.08] I was never thinkin' Summer Jam, just tryin' to sell a hundred grams
[01:37.94] Now we do Jamaican trips, all my bitches love the ting
[01:40.41] Cash Money brothers, my hitters like Dutta man
[01:42.64] Push the Lambo' like a Civic, only talkin' 'cause I live it
[01:45.31] All the ones that wanna be me, really been my biggest critics (I know)
[01:47.73] It's a quarter million jewelry if we gotta be specific (right)
[01:50.33] Fly robbers and designer, they go drillin' in some kits
[01:52.75] Tryna flip shit
[01:54.35] Walk down on a opp, I ain't tryna drive (nah)
[01:56.71] Me and brody been through pain, so we trauma-vibe
[01:59.37] You ever saw a dead body? That's a homicide
[02:01.48] The ones you thought was solid, go to sing, and watch them harmonize (yeah)
[02:04.06] Woodrow Wilson Housing, I was in and out them (yeah)
[02:06.69] Buildings with the villains, and get high the way we're chillin' (whoo)
[02:09.27] Dead Prez, he's all that's on my mind, make a killin' (yeah)
[02:11.75] (Dead Prez, he's all that's on my mind, make a killin') yeah
[02:14.29] Slidin' in a Lincoln, all these diamonds on me clinkin' (whoo)
[02:16.55] Catchin' flights outta Kennedy, I'm Reposado drink
[02:18.93] Catch you slippin' in my section, we can't grant you a pass
[02:21.62] Fuckin' bitches in the Trump Tower, fillin' my glass
[02:24.18] You know my cup overrun with hunnids, I'm really done it, yeah
[02:26.97] FTD, you're talkin' 'bout dirt, we really from it
[02:29.34] Yeah, swingin' for the fences, I was never one to bunt it (no)
[02:31.87] My gut feelin' told me to keep it by my stomach, so l does it
[02:34.56] On the daily, I ain't goin' for the games, you can't play me
[02:37.05] And this music here forever, so immortal what it made me
[02:39.51] Self-belief to the fullest, and the fortune what it gave me
[02:42.16] Thinkin' 'bout my bros is gone, and they been torturin' me lately, but we're livin'
[02:45.21] Real niggas gotta understand
[02:47.07] I just wanna smoke and pop a bottle with my man
[02:49.13] My daughter askin' 'bout the world, I said, "You got it in your hand"
[02:51.98] Felt like you touched a million when it got a hundred grand
[02:54.71] I been goin' through it, nobody can understand
[02:57.14] They taught me how to stack it, we wrapped it with rubber bands
[02:59.92] Comin' through your window to get it like Rubberman
[03:02.41] Cash Money brothers, my hitter like Dutta man
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