The Runner
How is music in everyday life?
Shit
What is,
What music can be
And is what music actually is.
And we also have to consider the laws of society
That,
The music is housed within.
And the political circumstances
And the power structures
That are doing the actual distribution of the music
And doing the actual production
For Mass consumption of the music too
*Radio chatter*
J-A-Y
No more trap
No more trap
Na na
No more trap
Blam
Disrespect
No love on the gram
What in the hell
Do u know who I am?
Ringing her Bell
We can Call it her jam
I never fall
But these hoes I can't stand
It's impossible man
I've been tryna cram
Like A shit load of plans
On my calendar and
My baby, she crack to a fiend
Fuck it I dress her
Not talking about Fran
If u know what I mean
Fuego the gang and I'll die for my team
Cutlass in dreams
And it rides with a lean
As hot as it seems
When she rides it she creams
Flawless like goddess
Rocking my threads and feeling my themes
No, she don't sparkle
She shines and she gleams
Yuh
*Radio chatter*
No more trap
No more trap
Na na
No more trap
Subject switched like the bell rang
If you can't get by
With a job why
Not be the next guy
To go sell thangs
I'm drip, drip
in this bitch
You're melting
Bet you gon see what this hell brings
Yuh
Jay Shades made this hoe
Radioactive bitch, I glow
Fatal attraction
I Got yo hoe gasping
When she finds out that I'm packing
No I'm not talking about blasting
Get my chick to
Spit with the freaky shit
Then
She toot it up so I can blow her back in
Ha
Ayo me and Jay too hot
On God
No more of trap
Bitch she be throwing it back
I got the cash in the bag
Go and go hop on some bands
Forget what it says
Girl jus offering neck
Like ha
No
Please just leave me alone
Gotta go smoke the grass
Spending racks
Spending it all
It's all in the past
Facts
Me and Jay go straight on beat
Like bitch oh it's hot
Pull up I carry the Glock
Done with ya hoe she a thot
Got a log right on my guap
Double my flip u go flop
Internet talk
Y'all got a rocket?
Step up
Going up straight to the top
Hoe I'm with it
If u tripping let me know
Gotta a pound up in the whip and we just blowing smoke
Smoking on that dope tree and we sipping on patrón
Yuh
Shit
What is,
What music can be
And is what music actually is.
And we also have to consider the laws of society
That,
The music is housed within.
And the political circumstances
And the power structures
That are doing the actual distribution of the music
And doing the actual production
For Mass consumption of the music too
*Radio chatter*
J-A-Y
No more trap
No more trap
Na na
No more trap
Blam
Disrespect
No love on the gram
What in the hell
Do u know who I am?
Ringing her Bell
We can Call it her jam
I never fall
But these hoes I can't stand
It's impossible man
I've been tryna cram
Like A shit load of plans
On my calendar and
My baby, she crack to a fiend
Fuck it I dress her
Not talking about Fran
If u know what I mean
Fuego the gang and I'll die for my team
Cutlass in dreams
And it rides with a lean
As hot as it seems
When she rides it she creams
Flawless like goddess
Rocking my threads and feeling my themes
No, she don't sparkle
She shines and she gleams
Yuh
*Radio chatter*
No more trap
No more trap
Na na
No more trap
Subject switched like the bell rang
If you can't get by
With a job why
Not be the next guy
To go sell thangs
I'm drip, drip
in this bitch
You're melting
Bet you gon see what this hell brings
Yuh
Jay Shades made this hoe
Radioactive bitch, I glow
Fatal attraction
I Got yo hoe gasping
When she finds out that I'm packing
No I'm not talking about blasting
Get my chick to
Spit with the freaky shit
Then
She toot it up so I can blow her back in
Ha
Ayo me and Jay too hot
On God
No more of trap
Bitch she be throwing it back
I got the cash in the bag
Go and go hop on some bands
Forget what it says
Girl jus offering neck
Like ha
No
Please just leave me alone
Gotta go smoke the grass
Spending racks
Spending it all
It's all in the past
Facts
Me and Jay go straight on beat
Like bitch oh it's hot
Pull up I carry the Glock
Done with ya hoe she a thot
Got a log right on my guap
Double my flip u go flop
Internet talk
Y'all got a rocket?
Step up
Going up straight to the top
Hoe I'm with it
If u tripping let me know
Gotta a pound up in the whip and we just blowing smoke
Smoking on that dope tree and we sipping on patrón
Yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Marquez
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