Running Man
Everyone lit if you ask them
I'm not fooled by the game face
You niggas still in the same place
Running man, running man, ey ey
Business calls on my cell phone
Finna be on I can't wait
They'll still be in the same spot
Running man, running man, ey ey
Yeah
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, running man
I can't be complacent
Can't get too comfortable
There's too much to do ey
Hold your city down, you're a staple now
They look up to you ey
Don't let bullshit fuck with you
Real recognize real, they got love for you
Eating at places where food is too much
Back in the day all we had was Lunchables
Young nigga
With a purpose
Know I'm aiming
For the stars
Trust yourself
Trust your vision
Trust your heart
There's a battle
For your mind
They're raging war
We need some soldiers, well say no more
Cup of Folgers I wake 'em up
I've been out the way, staying tucked
Black lives lay on the curb
They say we matter, that's only words
Watch us swimming in pools of blood
While the world seems undisturbed
Unconscious and uninvolved
My middle finger say fuck them all
I hear them talking and popping off
No I don't buy that shit
Not at all, no not at all
Everyone lit if you ask them
I'm not fooled by the game face
You niggas still in the same place
Running man, running man, ey ey
Business calls on my cell phone
Finna be on I can't wait
They'll still be in the same spot
Running man, running man, ey ey
Yeah
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, running man
Running, I've been counting change
We are not the same
You've been in the way, I've been out the way
Take a look around
Count my blessings up, I will not complain
Frequent flyer miles in and out the Bay
Hopping out of planes, swear the universe always make a way
Same big black nigga with jokes
The weed I smoke get me high as my hopes
Went from nobody coming to my show
To everyone knowing the words to (?)
Oh what a feeling
I feel like you were doing the same shit a year ago
(Same shit a year ago)
Mind more spiritual
Mind out the box like a box full of cereal
Rise to the top, Imma aim for the pinnacle
Stand up guy, bitch I could've been a criminal
You niggas doing too much, be a little more minimal
Looking like a deer in the headlights
Talk a little less, get your bread right
Take a little time, get you head right
One time for the city, one time for the rexx life
Everyone lit if you ask them
I'm not fooled by the game face
You niggas still in the same place
Running man, running man, ey ey
Business calls on my cell phone
Finna be on I can't wait
They'll still be in the same spot
Running man, running man, ey ey
Yeah
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, running man
All that running yeah
You can't run from yourself
All that running oh
Where ya going, where ya going, where ya going
All that running yeah
You can't run from yourself
All that running oh
Where ya going, where ya going, where ya going
Oooh ooh
Oooh ooh
Running man, running man, running man
I'm not fooled by the game face
You niggas still in the same place
Running man, running man, ey ey
Business calls on my cell phone
Finna be on I can't wait
They'll still be in the same spot
Running man, running man, ey ey
Yeah
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, running man
I can't be complacent
Can't get too comfortable
There's too much to do ey
Hold your city down, you're a staple now
They look up to you ey
Don't let bullshit fuck with you
Real recognize real, they got love for you
Eating at places where food is too much
Back in the day all we had was Lunchables
Young nigga
With a purpose
Know I'm aiming
For the stars
Trust yourself
Trust your vision
Trust your heart
There's a battle
For your mind
They're raging war
We need some soldiers, well say no more
Cup of Folgers I wake 'em up
I've been out the way, staying tucked
Black lives lay on the curb
They say we matter, that's only words
Watch us swimming in pools of blood
While the world seems undisturbed
Unconscious and uninvolved
My middle finger say fuck them all
I hear them talking and popping off
No I don't buy that shit
Not at all, no not at all
Everyone lit if you ask them
I'm not fooled by the game face
You niggas still in the same place
Running man, running man, ey ey
Business calls on my cell phone
Finna be on I can't wait
They'll still be in the same spot
Running man, running man, ey ey
Yeah
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, running man
Running, I've been counting change
We are not the same
You've been in the way, I've been out the way
Take a look around
Count my blessings up, I will not complain
Frequent flyer miles in and out the Bay
Hopping out of planes, swear the universe always make a way
Same big black nigga with jokes
The weed I smoke get me high as my hopes
Went from nobody coming to my show
To everyone knowing the words to (?)
Oh what a feeling
I feel like you were doing the same shit a year ago
(Same shit a year ago)
Mind more spiritual
Mind out the box like a box full of cereal
Rise to the top, Imma aim for the pinnacle
Stand up guy, bitch I could've been a criminal
You niggas doing too much, be a little more minimal
Looking like a deer in the headlights
Talk a little less, get your bread right
Take a little time, get you head right
One time for the city, one time for the rexx life
Everyone lit if you ask them
I'm not fooled by the game face
You niggas still in the same place
Running man, running man, ey ey
Business calls on my cell phone
Finna be on I can't wait
They'll still be in the same spot
Running man, running man, ey ey
Yeah
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, ey ey
Running man, running man, running man
All that running yeah
You can't run from yourself
All that running oh
Where ya going, where ya going, where ya going
All that running yeah
You can't run from yourself
All that running oh
Where ya going, where ya going, where ya going
Oooh ooh
Oooh ooh
Running man, running man, running man
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Randy Houser
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