We Made This Over Pancake Breakfast
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
You no fun
You make runs
You an errand boy
You my son
I get funds
Make it rain on em'
Pick it up
And kiss the gun
Bring the drums out gunnin' it go rum pum pum
Thunder bring ya' sons down hummin' it go bum bum bum
Now you wanna run now trunk will hold another one
I'mma knock his lights out blogger wanna one on one
What I got to say to get this through yo fucking head
Little rats in our way need to hit the fucking deck
I'mma spaz I ain't playing we are cracking fucking necks
Ain't no greetings when you meet em' then you'll know your fucking dead
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Ironhide when I pull up wearing all black
Disconnected from the herd I gotta call back
Hey mom look at all the fucking moves I made
Still rapping for the passion I ain't getting paid
Split tongue red sea I can see the light
Clear stains no gain hate to be the guy
Only grind on his mind dodging reefer time
Hit my line all the time just to hear me cry
Now Droogie needs to smoke a bud just to feel a vibe
And Droogie needs to drop them girls just enjoy ya' time
And Droogie needs to do these things just to have a life
Well maybe Droogie don't care fucking see the light
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
My grandpop ain't support
That shit hurtin' my soul
Living dreams that I wanted since I was 12 years old
Used to make those mistakes
Now I write all my wrongs
Used to always get played
Now she playing my songs
Went from haters to blogs
My dogs biting they bark
Yeah we hearing them jabs
We will rip you apart
Y'all niggas toting them mags
I'm still holding my fist
Say you run from yo dad
Well ya' daddy a bitch
T-H-E-G-O-A-T
Got my heart broke just me
Ain't no top 5 without me
Sidewalk never run in them streets
This is my time and they watch
Me and Cell from the sandbox
Us and no-one else since Wine dropped
Now all hoes wanna flock
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
You no fun
You make runs
You an errand boy
You my son
I get funds
Make it rain on em'
Pick it up
And kiss the gun
Bring the drums out gunnin' it go rum pum pum
Thunder bring ya' sons down hummin' it go bum bum bum
Now you wanna run now trunk will hold another one
I'mma knock his lights out blogger wanna one on one
What I got to say to get this through yo fucking head
Little rats in our way need to hit the fucking deck
I'mma spaz I ain't playing we are cracking fucking necks
Ain't no greetings when you meet em' then you'll know your fucking dead
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Ironhide when I pull up wearing all black
Disconnected from the herd I gotta call back
Hey mom look at all the fucking moves I made
Still rapping for the passion I ain't getting paid
Split tongue red sea I can see the light
Clear stains no gain hate to be the guy
Only grind on his mind dodging reefer time
Hit my line all the time just to hear me cry
Now Droogie needs to smoke a bud just to feel a vibe
And Droogie needs to drop them girls just enjoy ya' time
And Droogie needs to do these things just to have a life
Well maybe Droogie don't care fucking see the light
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
My grandpop ain't support
That shit hurtin' my soul
Living dreams that I wanted since I was 12 years old
Used to make those mistakes
Now I write all my wrongs
Used to always get played
Now she playing my songs
Went from haters to blogs
My dogs biting they bark
Yeah we hearing them jabs
We will rip you apart
Y'all niggas toting them mags
I'm still holding my fist
Say you run from yo dad
Well ya' daddy a bitch
T-H-E-G-O-A-T
Got my heart broke just me
Ain't no top 5 without me
Sidewalk never run in them streets
This is my time and they watch
Me and Cell from the sandbox
Us and no-one else since Wine dropped
Now all hoes wanna flock
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
Seen my mommy cry seen my daddy cry
Been on both sides I heard hella' lies
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Writer(s): Dylan Bornsztejn
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