Railroad Bill (... from pockets)
You get your glance
Run it back
When I get my chance I ain't coming back
Need me an advance, where the budget at
Ain't nobody fucking with my plans and I trust in that (Mhmm)
Y'all don't understand, y'all don't understand (Mhmm)
I am just a man, I am not a brand (Mhmm)
Even in a lam I'll be on the lam (Mhmm)
I do what I want, y'all do what you can (Mhmm)
Get your glance
Run it back
When I get my chance I ain't coming back
Come so far
So far to go
And in my heart, no martyr folds
I wonder if you know what builds a legend
And the bloody feet not red bottoms walking the soles they step in
But regardless I'm the product
They look at me as exotic
I'm atomic
When I blow up, the attitude lethal weapon
And I'm thanking both my parents 'cause I'm petty
If I ever lost a bet I paid it off
But in pennies
And my people were all stolen from Accra to Serengeti
If you fuck with me you better pray to God that you ready
I don't think you're ready
Well well, look who body-bagged the sheriff
Well hell they been begging me for war
Well well now they label me a terrorist
Well hell I been on the run before
I know they hope to catch me
Better come directly
I can't depend on shit to protect me
But I know I'm deadly
So when you walk up in my yard
Know I want the smoke more
Even if I do die
Immortalized in folk lore
Get your glance
Run it back
When I get my chance I ain't coming back
Come so far
So far to go
And in my heart, no martyr folds
Run it back
When I get my chance I ain't coming back
Need me an advance, where the budget at
Ain't nobody fucking with my plans and I trust in that (Mhmm)
Y'all don't understand, y'all don't understand (Mhmm)
I am just a man, I am not a brand (Mhmm)
Even in a lam I'll be on the lam (Mhmm)
I do what I want, y'all do what you can (Mhmm)
Get your glance
Run it back
When I get my chance I ain't coming back
Come so far
So far to go
And in my heart, no martyr folds
I wonder if you know what builds a legend
And the bloody feet not red bottoms walking the soles they step in
But regardless I'm the product
They look at me as exotic
I'm atomic
When I blow up, the attitude lethal weapon
And I'm thanking both my parents 'cause I'm petty
If I ever lost a bet I paid it off
But in pennies
And my people were all stolen from Accra to Serengeti
If you fuck with me you better pray to God that you ready
I don't think you're ready
Well well, look who body-bagged the sheriff
Well hell they been begging me for war
Well well now they label me a terrorist
Well hell I been on the run before
I know they hope to catch me
Better come directly
I can't depend on shit to protect me
But I know I'm deadly
So when you walk up in my yard
Know I want the smoke more
Even if I do die
Immortalized in folk lore
Get your glance
Run it back
When I get my chance I ain't coming back
Come so far
So far to go
And in my heart, no martyr folds
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Writer(s): Damon Hart
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