On The Run
Mama, I did it
Yeah mama I did it
Done mapped a master plan
For the commas like its linguistics
So every time the beat drop I'm firing off ballistic
I'm vicious wit the kick it
Defying the laws of physics
It's nothing they can do with your son, he just coming with it
Warner Brothers wanna sue me, say I'm Daffy Duck spittin'
Equipped wit 90's flow that make the hip hop heads miss it
And oh wait, did I mention
I'm I.M.E representin
See even those who chose hate over love been choosing me
They love to hate the way I move over these beats so fluidly
Instead of hearing them lames lie over rented jewelery
Build-a-chicks, bricks, guns and other Tom Foolery
I'm more like on some you and me
Prefer to speak candidly
Do things single handedly
So might be tough to manage me
If anybody know that its you I'll chill
My Voletta, ya lil man gon be B.I.G forreal
I'm on the run to this money
Running to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
Nia I did it
Yeah Nia I did it
Setting you up to ball without suiting for the mystics
I know its wild hearing people call ya pops iLLiCiT
Know I'm a lil different always writing hair twisted
But I promise we bouta get it
I gotta go on this mission
We speak it into fruition
I'm tossing em out the kitchen
They mad they want my position
Like dammit this nigga spitting
He probably bouta get it
Well fuck his link I won't click it
This God plan homie
This ain't mine
Sunglasses only block
You can't stop sunshine
I intertwine the kinda lines that make em press rewind
Delivery that can only be divine design
No sympathy I'm Pea and Jody wit the damn punchlines
Kyrie, Chauncey or Kobe when it come to crunch time
My grind just, intensifies whenever I look in your eyes
It feels so good to know you understand why
I'm on the run to this money
Running to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
Yeah mama I did it
Done mapped a master plan
For the commas like its linguistics
So every time the beat drop I'm firing off ballistic
I'm vicious wit the kick it
Defying the laws of physics
It's nothing they can do with your son, he just coming with it
Warner Brothers wanna sue me, say I'm Daffy Duck spittin'
Equipped wit 90's flow that make the hip hop heads miss it
And oh wait, did I mention
I'm I.M.E representin
See even those who chose hate over love been choosing me
They love to hate the way I move over these beats so fluidly
Instead of hearing them lames lie over rented jewelery
Build-a-chicks, bricks, guns and other Tom Foolery
I'm more like on some you and me
Prefer to speak candidly
Do things single handedly
So might be tough to manage me
If anybody know that its you I'll chill
My Voletta, ya lil man gon be B.I.G forreal
I'm on the run to this money
Running to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
Nia I did it
Yeah Nia I did it
Setting you up to ball without suiting for the mystics
I know its wild hearing people call ya pops iLLiCiT
Know I'm a lil different always writing hair twisted
But I promise we bouta get it
I gotta go on this mission
We speak it into fruition
I'm tossing em out the kitchen
They mad they want my position
Like dammit this nigga spitting
He probably bouta get it
Well fuck his link I won't click it
This God plan homie
This ain't mine
Sunglasses only block
You can't stop sunshine
I intertwine the kinda lines that make em press rewind
Delivery that can only be divine design
No sympathy I'm Pea and Jody wit the damn punchlines
Kyrie, Chauncey or Kobe when it come to crunch time
My grind just, intensifies whenever I look in your eyes
It feels so good to know you understand why
I'm on the run to this money
Running to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
I'm on the run to this money
I'm on the run to the money
Running to the money
Running to the money
The money
Credits
Writer(s): Dre Moncrief
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