Run It Up

When I was down I had to run it up
You wasn't round, till I was coming up
That money pile, enough to sum it up
It's been awhile since they could fuck with us
When I was down I had to run it up...
You wasn't round, till I was coming up
That money pile, enough to sum it up
It's been awhile since they could fuck with us!

Sending shots only way they send a buck to us
How you broke, at the same time you some hustlers
Selling dope, never caught you with no customers
Telling jokes, told em that you get them drugs from us
I'm the same as what I used to be
Couple hoes, thinking that I'm fucking them exclusively
Gotta go, hit em then I roll oh so elusively
Don't gotta show, dough, it's not a question, fuck excusing me
Hope that you not losing me, I try to keep it basic
But lately these new rappers say the same old overplayed shit (NLRA)
If I rap or not I trap a lot for days I never made shit
Never had to rob, or grab or job, just waited I was patient
And I ain't ever worn no fake shit
When I had no money i was on my silver chain shit
When I got a bag I copped the gold but it ain't Change shit
Now I think they mad because they know they ain't became shit

When I was down I had to run it up...
You wasn't round, till I was coming up
That money pile, enough to sum it up
It's been awhile since they could fuck with us
When I was down I had to run it up...
You wasn't round, till I was coming up
That money pile, enough to sum it up
It's been awhile since they could fuck with us!

Tables turned they would've never guessed
Hadda
Wait my turn, to turn to a success
At a
Single digit I learned to finesse
Add up
A couple birds, turn it to a nest
Sat up
Now I'm woke and see I gotta go
Said that he ain't sending shit less than a brick a blow
Told him stop spreading your business on that flipping phone
Become the man, wasn't the plan, He started zipping zones
Laying low, he's from the streets, old friends been hitting homes
Saying "bro they come up in my shit I'm splitting domes"
Shit is real when you feel you need another spot
2 by four on the door cuz you can't trust a lock
When I was down only choice I had was run it up
When you was down, you hit the plug and said I fucked it up
You come around, when you need me, looking dumb as fuck
But with this pile, I ain't greedy, here's a couple bucks
When I was down I had to run it up...
You wasn't round, till I was coming up
That money pile, enough to sum it up
It's been awhile since they could fuck with us
When I was down I had to run it up...
You wasn't round, till I was coming up
That money pile, enough to sum it up
It's been awhile since they could fuck with us!



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Chrisjohn
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