Run Up
Had to get me a bag
I was down on my ass
Tired of flipping this gas
Now I'm running out the trap
Yeah I'm running up bands
Had to double up my stack
Gotta stay with a mask
Cause these feds up on my back
Gotta stay on task
Put the city on the map
Fuck up out my face
Yeah I'm tryna run a bag
Downing henny yeah it's fucking up my mental
Hard days, swear you don't know what I been through
Heart aches, momma I swear imma miss you
One day imma make it
An I'm bouta get you right too
Puddles full of pain you can't see what I see
They go really hate me when they see me on the screen
I don't really want no friends cause they turn to enemy's
I cant Neva change shit keep that same energy
I can't trust no one
Fake shit
I can't really stand it, I hate
Patient
I gotta stay ten toes, I'm waiting
Banking
Money coming in that I'm making
You ain't making moves
While you over there hating
Had to get me a bag
I was down on my ass
Tired of flipping this gas
Now I'm running out the trap
Yeah I'm running up bands
Had to double up my stack
Gotta stay with a mask
Cause these feds up on my back
Gotta stay on task
Put the city on the map
Fuck up out my face
Yeah I'm tryna run a bag
I was down on my ass
Tired of flipping this gas
Now I'm running out the trap
Yeah I'm running up bands
Had to double up my stack
Gotta stay with a mask
Cause these feds up on my back
Gotta stay on task
Put the city on the map
Fuck up out my face
Yeah I'm tryna run a bag
Downing henny yeah it's fucking up my mental
Hard days, swear you don't know what I been through
Heart aches, momma I swear imma miss you
One day imma make it
An I'm bouta get you right too
Puddles full of pain you can't see what I see
They go really hate me when they see me on the screen
I don't really want no friends cause they turn to enemy's
I cant Neva change shit keep that same energy
I can't trust no one
Fake shit
I can't really stand it, I hate
Patient
I gotta stay ten toes, I'm waiting
Banking
Money coming in that I'm making
You ain't making moves
While you over there hating
Had to get me a bag
I was down on my ass
Tired of flipping this gas
Now I'm running out the trap
Yeah I'm running up bands
Had to double up my stack
Gotta stay with a mask
Cause these feds up on my back
Gotta stay on task
Put the city on the map
Fuck up out my face
Yeah I'm tryna run a bag
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Writer(s): Anthony Zahara
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