Price

Run it like I should
Hundred metres through the hood
Lately I been feeling good
But that's just misunderstood
Give no fucks bout how it should be
But how it could be
I want some diamonds on my neck thats I feel g
Forgot it was Sunday I'm getting faded with the crew
Pop a tag getting high
Yeah you know just how we do
Play a game go insane
Bad bitch smart she give me brain
Sloppy top eat the tip
Girl I need you to ease my pain
Can't function
Meds are in the drink that shit can cause a concussion
A nigga know too much I play my role I say nothing
Got dreams of going big so on a low I keep plottin'
And every time I have one it's of me when I'm popping
Baby girl my neck is going crazy can't stop it
I know I'm the chosen one cause I am no option
I'm doing what I love and I'm enjoying making profit
I'm getting to the bag dawg they ain't no way about it
Damn dawg I been going harder than a rock
I been going way too hard they begging me to stop
All these niggas fake that's why they moving in a flock
I forever walk alone I want my space up at the top
I can't fuck with you no more I'm on grind
I can't blow a bag on you another time
If you think we are the same you must be out your mind
Yeah yeah
Out your mind yeah yeah out your mind woh
Baby girl I run it I ain't got no time
Everyday I cook a beat like I work nine to five
Yeah I wanted to be king and now I pay the price
Yeah I pay the price
Yeah yeah I pay the price yeah
Wo yeah i pay the price
Everything I could afford it twice
I don't need no one opinion trust my own advice yeah
Yeah I pull up to her crib but I don't spend the night
Dawg I'm moving right
Left some niggas in the corner hope they feel alright
I can't give two fucks about you if you aren't my type
But if you still wanna get down then you can spend the night yeah oui
And that's just how I vibe yeah
I spin the truth no I don't ever lie yeah
My ego big enough for me to hide in
And if you're with me you gotta pick a side then
Are you riding?
You still deciding
Oh no man well I'm changing
I can't fuck with you no more I'm on grind
I can't blow a bag on you another time
If you think we are the same you must be out your mind
Yeah yeah
Out your mind yeah yeah out your mind woh
Baby girl I run it I ain't got no time
Everyday I cook a beat like I work nine to five
Yeah I wanted to be king and now I pay the price
Yeah I pay the price
Yeah yeah I pay the price woh
Yeah I paid the price yeah
Yeah I paid the price yeah
I paid a price yeah
Young Sam made that shit slap



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Writer(s): Tochi Obihara
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