Run It Up

Fill it in ya back when the bass hit
Let me take you back to the basics
Avenues alleyways real H shit
Back then Woodie Wood on the playlist
Back then dime bags .86
Not friends watch mandem shape shift
Split tongue long tail real snake shit
Alley way Gucci real fake shit
Real broad worth ten times fake bitch
Hi Q all purple real grape shit
I used to look up to idols
Now I feel I could look em in they face shit
Step on the mat w ya ASICS
Real firm don't slip can't fake this
There's only one shot don't waste it
You miss all the ones you don't take shit
Word to Wayne Gretzky another great man in the book
Who knows he had it all what it took
Went the extra mile stayed an extra hour
Not just another man who did what he could
Word to MJ wait Jordan or Jackson
All brown skin no Anglo Saxon
Too slow man need closed caption
Put the mic down stop actin
We really out trappin all my homeboys tryna get it
If you ain't talking bout chicken
I ain't gon give you the minute
Hit the joint one more time then bounce out when I'm finished
No Popeye but I love me some spinach
Money long clip long that's extensions
Name good and that goes with out mention
Drop dead silence on a yard full of tension
Oh but wait let me pick up the pace
I been ridin round on the side of town tryna slide a pound
Break it down roll around get the orders down quarter pound money go around
Ride around at roller town bad bitch hold it down
Lemme say it loud quit callin my phone until the trap say we open now
Ok the trap open now ok the trap open now

Run it up run it up run it up
Run it
Run it up run it up run it up
Run it
Run it up run it up run it up
Run it
Run it up run it up run it up
Run it

My bitches ass was getting tatted while I wrote this
And every real nigga can quote this
I ain't saving no bitch and I could give 2 fucks about the show biz
I just wanna free my niggas feeling home sick
Real killas we on shit