Runnin'
Roll the mother fucking credits
Only gouda on my lettuce
Freak told you what we would do
The only ones that bet it
Gave you prophecy
Look like we're playing monopoly
Up early fuck rap
I'm trying to forecast the economy
With no apology
Bleep and bleep died broke
2pac too
What's worth more
When ego is not an excuse
Legacy your fame
I see you niggas aim
I treat the scope like a peephole
No necesito
This is for the Ebro's and Vons
Fuck a radio spin
I'm at the penthouse of the palms
Reciting pslams
One twenty six Check the wrist
I'm showing gratitude
They swear to God I never miss
Not going to lie and say
I'd do it again
But to bring Bugs back
I'd go to hell and
Make Satan repent
Gentrify Babylon
And never find a favor again
All this time dedicated
Trials and tribulations
Struggles in my way
And I still found faith
Wipe the tears from my face
So many that ain't make it
For them I fill my plate
For them I complete the race
I'm still running
I'm going to keep on running
Still Running
Just trying to find my way
Trying
Trying to find peace with my scars
That distinguish runaways
From the slaves
Say a lot about us
But will never be able to say
We got underpaid and
Fucked out our IP
I'm bout to make them put
Israelite on my ID
Don't try me
Make my seed know their value
From the day they sprout
We built this bitch for free
No more handing favors out
Will be up a Billion
Before they try to take me out
I get it off the grid
Willies on a paper route
Can't quantify what they can't see
Never need validation
Be wherever the cash leads
Account for the second count
I'm sharp when I'm half sleep
And gracious with it
Doing business
With the ones
Who looked passed me
It's never personal
Just assert your soul
As far as mercy goes
To be water with it
The deadliest calm
Prophets profit off of
Where they went wrong
Fears for the weak
The Wolves eat when they want
All this time dedicated
Trials and tribulations
Struggles in my way
And I still found faith
Wipe the tears from my face
So many that ain't make it
For them I fill my plate
For them I complete the race
I'm still running
I'm going to keep on running
Still Running
Just trying to find my way
Trying
Only gouda on my lettuce
Freak told you what we would do
The only ones that bet it
Gave you prophecy
Look like we're playing monopoly
Up early fuck rap
I'm trying to forecast the economy
With no apology
Bleep and bleep died broke
2pac too
What's worth more
When ego is not an excuse
Legacy your fame
I see you niggas aim
I treat the scope like a peephole
No necesito
This is for the Ebro's and Vons
Fuck a radio spin
I'm at the penthouse of the palms
Reciting pslams
One twenty six Check the wrist
I'm showing gratitude
They swear to God I never miss
Not going to lie and say
I'd do it again
But to bring Bugs back
I'd go to hell and
Make Satan repent
Gentrify Babylon
And never find a favor again
All this time dedicated
Trials and tribulations
Struggles in my way
And I still found faith
Wipe the tears from my face
So many that ain't make it
For them I fill my plate
For them I complete the race
I'm still running
I'm going to keep on running
Still Running
Just trying to find my way
Trying
Trying to find peace with my scars
That distinguish runaways
From the slaves
Say a lot about us
But will never be able to say
We got underpaid and
Fucked out our IP
I'm bout to make them put
Israelite on my ID
Don't try me
Make my seed know their value
From the day they sprout
We built this bitch for free
No more handing favors out
Will be up a Billion
Before they try to take me out
I get it off the grid
Willies on a paper route
Can't quantify what they can't see
Never need validation
Be wherever the cash leads
Account for the second count
I'm sharp when I'm half sleep
And gracious with it
Doing business
With the ones
Who looked passed me
It's never personal
Just assert your soul
As far as mercy goes
To be water with it
The deadliest calm
Prophets profit off of
Where they went wrong
Fears for the weak
The Wolves eat when they want
All this time dedicated
Trials and tribulations
Struggles in my way
And I still found faith
Wipe the tears from my face
So many that ain't make it
For them I fill my plate
For them I complete the race
I'm still running
I'm going to keep on running
Still Running
Just trying to find my way
Trying
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Writer(s): Armani Jackson
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