Runnin'
Feels like I'm runnin'
Feels like I'm runnin' outta time
I been tryin'
I been tryna make a life
Feels like I'm runnin' out of time
To drain this well before it dries
Clock is ticking, no surprise
Face always glaring at my eyes
I could never stay in line
A steady rebel by design
Not a saint, I ain't divine
No turnin' water into wine
Drinkin' Ciroc, I'm feelin' fine
Give me the wheel, I wanna drive
Just sit back, relax recline
Watch out for red and blue lights
Runnin' traffic lights and signs
Feels like I'm runnin'
Feels like I'm runnin' outta time
I been tryin'
I been tryna make a life
They won't catch me
Can't even slow a homie down
All the ops they know me now
All the cops creepin' my town
Don't make a peep they know the sound
Of money droppin' in accounts
And parties poppin' all around
It's been a long time comin'
Hit the ground, started runnin'
It's my turn to start stuntin'
Jagger on em, my turn to start struttin'
Everybody stop frontin'
When the money start floodin'
End of game, yeah I won it
Mama proud of the man I'm becomin'
Look at what I built
Should be on trial, still
For all the mics I killed
Just waitin' on my first mil
Couple dollars turn to commas
Hoppin' flights to the bahamas
Comfort for my lil mama
Hot as fuck, that girl a sauna
Feels like I'm runnin'
Feels like I'm runnin' outta time
I been tryin'
I been tryna make a life
Feels like I'm runnin' outta time
I been tryin'
I been tryna make a life
Feels like I'm runnin' out of time
To drain this well before it dries
Clock is ticking, no surprise
Face always glaring at my eyes
I could never stay in line
A steady rebel by design
Not a saint, I ain't divine
No turnin' water into wine
Drinkin' Ciroc, I'm feelin' fine
Give me the wheel, I wanna drive
Just sit back, relax recline
Watch out for red and blue lights
Runnin' traffic lights and signs
Feels like I'm runnin'
Feels like I'm runnin' outta time
I been tryin'
I been tryna make a life
They won't catch me
Can't even slow a homie down
All the ops they know me now
All the cops creepin' my town
Don't make a peep they know the sound
Of money droppin' in accounts
And parties poppin' all around
It's been a long time comin'
Hit the ground, started runnin'
It's my turn to start stuntin'
Jagger on em, my turn to start struttin'
Everybody stop frontin'
When the money start floodin'
End of game, yeah I won it
Mama proud of the man I'm becomin'
Look at what I built
Should be on trial, still
For all the mics I killed
Just waitin' on my first mil
Couple dollars turn to commas
Hoppin' flights to the bahamas
Comfort for my lil mama
Hot as fuck, that girl a sauna
Feels like I'm runnin'
Feels like I'm runnin' outta time
I been tryin'
I been tryna make a life
Credits
Writer(s): Vaughan Tyskiewicz
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