Runnin'

One bullet in the chamber and it's pointin' at you
I be focusing, making thousands of them money moves
Run it back, sideline, run it back, rise and shine
Run it back, on my grind, run it back, it's my time
Runnin', runnin', runnin', this no marathon
Runnin', runnin', time is tickin' on the clock
Runnin', runnin', runnin', posted on the block
Runnin', runnin', climbin' all the way to the top

Hoppin' out, it's on sight, infrared shinin' more than the night
Smokin', higher than a kite, wasn't gonna do it but now I just might
Pause, I'ma do this all legit, I don't need anyone's shit
Wearin' the crown if it fits, you just be throwin' a fit
Never done shit, hop out the Ritz
Countin' them dividends, walkin' lick, it was just evident
Body you, leavin' no evidence, all you are is just a denison
I'm just steady countin', I be rollin' in them nose bleeds
I'm no Playboi Carti 'cause my music never sprung a leak
You don't know what to say, you just see if it sprays
Your discography more empty than a bag of Lay's
You wake up just thinkin' what should I go ruin next
I will end the story 'cause you gave up on the rest
Baby face, patty cake, never mind, it's all the same
Saying your depressed, but you ain't never seen the rain
I don't even care if all your fans come just hate on me
At least I got the message out to beat you all up mentally

One bullet in the chamber and it's pointin' at you
I be focusing, making thousands of them money moves
Run it back, sideline, run it back, rise and shine
Run it back, on my grind, run it back, it's my time
Runnin', runnin', runnin', this no marathon
Runnin', runnin', time is tickin' on the clock
Runnin', runnin', runnin', posted on the block
Runnin', runnin', climbin' all the way to the top



Credits
Writer(s): Wack Zack
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