Fasho.

I get a bag fasho
Imma run with a hunnid or more
And that Louis V dripping in gold
Fighting demons they can't take my soul
I was lost til Yahweh brought me back
Like a blitz I done ran up a sack
My own ways, yea I had to turn back
Not for me but I'll run up them racks
(Run up them racks)

Running
Running
Running, running, running
I feel like I'm in cross country
Watch who I keep wit
No slit wrist company
Thought it was over that day I got lucky
The beat
Wrapped it
Dead, mummy
Hmm hmmm hmmm
We be humming
Da da ta da ta da da
We drumming
We pulling strings
Making noise we be strumming
Stayin' a thousand
While keeping a hunnid
Hungry for God like I got me the munchies
I walk on solid ground I don't get muddy
Yahweh I walk wit like grade school buddies
Benjamin that's being Frank
Veteran status I'm climbing the ranks
And this gold on my chest like I'm climbing ranks
Holding my spot like we working on planks
I ain't walking the plank
Imma walk onnat water
My eyes fixed on God like I got a disorder
Speak facts on the mic should call me a reporter
Took a break like the end of a quarter
I took a rest like if sleeping was shorter
Sharp edges
Ain't cutting no corners
Green on the jet ima giant, New Yorker
I'm out here running the game you a former

I get a bag fasho
Imma run wit a hunnid or more
And that Louis V dripping in gold
Fighting demons they can't take my soul
I was lost til Yahweh brought me back
Like a blitz I done ran up a sack
My own ways, yea I had to turn back
Not for me but I'll run up them racks
(Run up them racks)

Louder
Louder
Louder, louder, louder
Cuz I'm trynna hear how this beat go
In this lane by myself like a technical free throw
We got the gadgets on go go
The beat jumping go go
Cropping him out if he can't see the photo
That's the bigger picture
Can't speak on your name cuz that's promo
No go
Light of the world like a fixture
I got the bag in the trunk singing ho ho ho
Neck ccc-cold cold cold
Life is a dream like row row row
This here is custom
No logo
Soul on go
They hear my voice like quote unquote
Don't show out and tell yea we show out and show
Big boss status like CEO
Just call me the 'Cho
Y'all just "Me Me and Me"
Like y'all finding your pitch
I been working on cussing
I know it's a sin
I been working on cockiness pride ina ditch
Was a dog he done turned on me
Bronem went switched
Need a hunnid 2 hunnid like work on sprints
Had to work on connection like I work at sprint
I been breaking the status forget bouta bend
And I need me a bag in the Burbs wit my Kin

I get a bag fasho
Imma run wit a hunnid or more
And that Louis V dripping in gold
Fighting demons they can't take my soul
I was lost til Yahweh brought me back
Like a blitz I done ran up a sack
My own ways, yea I had to turn back
Not for me but I'll run up them racks