Run It
Runnin' up a check (Yuh)
Gon' get a lot of money cause I'm finna hit my bet (Hit it)
Only 19 years old but it's looking like I'm next (I'm up)
All these critics they my sons I ain't use a latex (I ain't)
Got these niggas on lock so I'm throwin' up an X (Lock up)
Imma always stand my ground I ain't one to fuck around
I'm from that town you know the one that cheers for the Browns
They call it CLE we the people you can never bring us down
No one can step to us we up pound for pound
Don't be one to talk bad that shit out of bounds (Outta here)
Yea imma a rapper I can go I got my own sound
May not be it I don't mind I did it somehow (I know)
But I know for sure I'm that guy, not no clown
Motherfuckers so down they walk around with frowns
I don't even know how, like smile every once a while
Living like I do you know smiling is my style
Life is short so live it loud
Fuck with people and the crowds
I run this shit
Run it all the way to the top
Nah nevermind
I'm fuckin' trash
Ay CLE Bando tell them what the fuck is up (Ok)
Go to school in Columbus so you know imma fuckin' Buck (OH)
We the best in that nation we definitely don't suck (Oh yeah)
We always rocking red like we screaming out blood (Gang)
Hangin' with my boys down there we always fuck it up (Yuh)
Life of the party and we don't need no fuckin' drugs (We up)
I'm running this game no one else can shake it up (No one)
I'm the big fuckin' dog the rest of y'all pups
Gon' get a lot of money cause I'm finna hit my bet (Hit it)
Only 19 years old but it's looking like I'm next (I'm up)
All these critics they my sons I ain't use a latex (I ain't)
Got these niggas on lock so I'm throwin' up an X (Lock up)
Imma always stand my ground I ain't one to fuck around
I'm from that town you know the one that cheers for the Browns
They call it CLE we the people you can never bring us down
No one can step to us we up pound for pound
Don't be one to talk bad that shit out of bounds (Outta here)
Yea imma a rapper I can go I got my own sound
May not be it I don't mind I did it somehow (I know)
But I know for sure I'm that guy, not no clown
Motherfuckers so down they walk around with frowns
I don't even know how, like smile every once a while
Living like I do you know smiling is my style
Life is short so live it loud
Fuck with people and the crowds
I run this shit
Run it all the way to the top
Nah nevermind
I'm fuckin' trash
Ay CLE Bando tell them what the fuck is up (Ok)
Go to school in Columbus so you know imma fuckin' Buck (OH)
We the best in that nation we definitely don't suck (Oh yeah)
We always rocking red like we screaming out blood (Gang)
Hangin' with my boys down there we always fuck it up (Yuh)
Life of the party and we don't need no fuckin' drugs (We up)
I'm running this game no one else can shake it up (No one)
I'm the big fuckin' dog the rest of y'all pups
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Bowles
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