Running Man
Told y'all not
To pray for the kid
Always questioning
Thats the life of a pessimist
See you know it'll go my way
For once I can sure say
I'm alive
Hypnotize
The angel or the devil
Always switching sides
Held my head high
Through this bumpy ride
Hold my head high
'Til the curtain files away
'Til the curtain files away
But it ain't gone fly today
Popped out the motherfucking cornerstore
It's nighttime
My lifeline
Standing next to me
Some nigga off this bus just trying to start shit
Fuck I look like running imma pop shit
Fuck I'm bugging off this paranoia
Almost like I never ever knew ya
Almost like this soil ain't mean nothing
God I hate that I ain't one for trusting
She ain't one for sweet nothings
It's kinda late
Come and chill let's pretend to date
I keep the faith like I'm addicted to it
Solely based in soul, see thats my type of music
Solely based in soul, you'll never see me lose it
Preaching like Confucius off this Maryjane
Dreaming but I'm lucid LSD insane
Dreaming about that rap shit
Big house, big Benz, dividends
Versace mink I recommend
Ibiza for the weekend
Put that on my Visa
I can smell your sweetness
Call him diabetes
I can smell your sweetness
Doctor in the building
40 and a couple shots
Go head shawty take it off
Oh we fucking on the spot
Promise I'm that drug you never coming off
Promise I'm that one that you ain't never fucking brushing off
Promise I'm the one
See these promises they bury some
God please walk with me
When I see the Devil to the side of me
I'll know what to do
Fear that he's inside of me
Don't know what to do
Praying for a higher me
A walking taboo
Man
Maybe that's why I fear no man
White bitch sniffing, yea she calling me the snowman
Bro come get your hoe man
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Vegas with the posse
Shoots they kamikaze
Vegas with the posse
Only God can stop me
Dripped in all Versace
Whip that new Bugatti
Dripped in all Versace
This that new Tsunami
This THAT
Play that shit back for a young nigga one time
Not new to shit, no youngin in the building
This THAT
Hold Up
I said Hold Up
Legend in the making
Cannot handle faking
Nothing but a starter
Niggas hate to see a bitch come out
Except outside they daughter
No you cannot fucking handle me
My whips is push to start up
Ask me why I care for
Cause maybe I got morals
Vegas with the posse
Shoots the kamikaze
Vegas with the posse
Only God can stop me
To pray for the kid
Always questioning
Thats the life of a pessimist
See you know it'll go my way
For once I can sure say
I'm alive
Hypnotize
The angel or the devil
Always switching sides
Held my head high
Through this bumpy ride
Hold my head high
'Til the curtain files away
'Til the curtain files away
But it ain't gone fly today
Popped out the motherfucking cornerstore
It's nighttime
My lifeline
Standing next to me
Some nigga off this bus just trying to start shit
Fuck I look like running imma pop shit
Fuck I'm bugging off this paranoia
Almost like I never ever knew ya
Almost like this soil ain't mean nothing
God I hate that I ain't one for trusting
She ain't one for sweet nothings
It's kinda late
Come and chill let's pretend to date
I keep the faith like I'm addicted to it
Solely based in soul, see thats my type of music
Solely based in soul, you'll never see me lose it
Preaching like Confucius off this Maryjane
Dreaming but I'm lucid LSD insane
Dreaming about that rap shit
Big house, big Benz, dividends
Versace mink I recommend
Ibiza for the weekend
Put that on my Visa
I can smell your sweetness
Call him diabetes
I can smell your sweetness
Doctor in the building
40 and a couple shots
Go head shawty take it off
Oh we fucking on the spot
Promise I'm that drug you never coming off
Promise I'm that one that you ain't never fucking brushing off
Promise I'm the one
See these promises they bury some
God please walk with me
When I see the Devil to the side of me
I'll know what to do
Fear that he's inside of me
Don't know what to do
Praying for a higher me
A walking taboo
Man
Maybe that's why I fear no man
White bitch sniffing, yea she calling me the snowman
Bro come get your hoe man
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh
Vegas with the posse
Shoots they kamikaze
Vegas with the posse
Only God can stop me
Dripped in all Versace
Whip that new Bugatti
Dripped in all Versace
This that new Tsunami
This THAT
Play that shit back for a young nigga one time
Not new to shit, no youngin in the building
This THAT
Hold Up
I said Hold Up
Legend in the making
Cannot handle faking
Nothing but a starter
Niggas hate to see a bitch come out
Except outside they daughter
No you cannot fucking handle me
My whips is push to start up
Ask me why I care for
Cause maybe I got morals
Vegas with the posse
Shoots the kamikaze
Vegas with the posse
Only God can stop me
Credits
Writer(s): Omari Vel
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