Run It Up

Uh, yea yea
Yea, ayy
Yea, Long live, long live Tim, yea
Long live my unc
Long live my brother Tim, man
Yea yea, uh, yea
Yea yea, yea that shit, been really fuckin' with my mood
Couldn't afford to buy no food, yea
Cudi put me on, yea he coulda' put me on
Tryna' get a fifty, swear we get to litty

Couldn't afford to buy no food, getting methods free delivery
Cudi put me on, but its feeling like he ripped me
I been struggling, ain't been able to cash me out a fifty
My whole entire dream, is to make it out this city
It don't matter if you with me
Been tryna' run it up, all blue hunnids
They might think that I is Crippin'
Questioning the rap 'cause brother made it off of the bipping
Treat the mic like therapy, because it listen
Long live all my fallen, I been starting to really miss 'em

Brother I keep wop around, 'cause snake shit ion really play with that
Had to level from the trappin', 'cause I can't keep moving packs
Fucked around with legal, now I'm tryna' put it in the past
Run you up a check, for you ever claim you "Bouttabag," uh
From the city where they bang the same pole, we know cudi pussy
If I forget the mask, making sure I zipped the hoodie
If my brother spittin', then I'm right there spittin' with him
From the town where everyone around me hating
Uh, 'fore my momma cry, gon' be laying on the pavement
They take yo life 'fore you ever get to say "You made it."
Been tryna' look to god, all around I see is satin
Put my hands together, wishing for the best
Preparing for the worst, while I'm praying
Yea on god I was saying
On my unc grave, yea I'm praying I can say I really made it, uh, yea

Couldn't afford to buy no food, getting methods free delivery
Cudi put me on, but its feeling like he ripped me
I been struggling, ain't been able to cash me out a fifty
My whole entire dream, is to make it out this city
It don't matter if you with me
Been tryna' run it up, all blue hunnids
They might think that I is Crippin'
Questioning the rap 'cause brother made it off of the bipping
Treat the mic like therapy, because it listen
Long live all my fallen, I been starting to really miss 'em

I've been said that I'm way that I am, they ain't no changing that
They took my cudi, LLT, I been had to stand on that
Love my brother, one more minute on the call
But why you had the play that
Hopped out with that, uhh, like what the fuck you sprayin' at
Junkies in the back, get to serving fentanyl
How your luh homie on my side he droppin' 20 balls
Trust me, I could mix his shit, and really get him gone
Either that or walk him down, like he ain't tie his lace
And make him fall
I got standards, need my bitches bad no Nicki Minaj
We can hoop, ain't talking basketball, we pick and pop
Wolfin' on the net, "More active than the QRF,"
Still won't send the drop
Trust me its to simple, you can get yo wig bought
You can really get got
Can't claim that I'm whippin' in a scat, because i ain't, nah
But I'll say fasholi, that i'm hippin' cars and rubbing off the paint
Fuck her good up in the telly, yea she giving brain, uh
Yea, where I'm from, yea we came up off of stains, uh
Ay, yea, uh, yea yea

Couldn't afford to buy no food, getting methods free delivery
Cudi put me on, but its feeling like he ripped me
I been struggling, ain't been able to cash me out a fifty
My whole entire dream, is to make it out this city
It dont matter if you with me
Been tryna' run it up, all blue hunnids
They might think that I is Crippin'
Questioning the rap 'cause brother made it off of bipping
Treat the mic like therapy, because it listen
Long live all my fallen, I been starting to really miss 'em

I been really starting to miss 'em
I been sippin'
Tryna' make it out
Been tryna' run it up, all blue hunnids
They might think that I is Crippin'
Questioning the rap 'cause brother made it off of bipping
Treat the mic like therapy, because it listen
Long live all my fallen, I been starting to really miss 'em

Ay, yea yea, I been really starting to miss 'em, ay
Yea yea, fukk the opps we kill 'em