Runnin'

I was running like a race
Had to go and get the bag
I was coming for the cake
Now these pussy niggas mad

They used to hate, was all on my case now these niggas fanned out
Now these nigga fake, they all in my plate, you can't get no handouts

I was running like a race
Had to go n get the bag
I was coming for the cake
Now these pussy niggas mad

They used to hate, was all on my case now these niggas fanned out
Now these nigga fake, they all in my plate, you can't get no handouts

I was running like a race, had to get a bag
Diamonds in the face and two hundred on the dash
Ain't no time to wait bitch I'm coming for the cash
If a pussy nigga hate then I'm coming for they ass

Pick up the Drake get to drumming on they ass
Look like a lake with the water make it splash
Rent due today had to come up with it fast
I need first place I ain't coming in last

I went thru the struggle started learning to hustle
Flipped my first duffle then that one turned to a couple
Then I learned to juggle started drippin like a puddle
You don't want no trouble give you muzzles or the knuckles

Rest In Peace my uncle, Phil you know I love you
Remember use to hug you now I just remember of you
Now it's all because you we gon make it out the gutter
I'm gon run the race ain't no woulda coulda shoulda

I was running like a race
Had to go and get the bag
I was coming for the cake
Now these pussy niggas mad

They used to hate, was all on my case now these niggas fanned out
Now these nigga fake, they all in my plate, you can't get no handouts

I was running like a race
Had to go and get the bag
I was coming for the cake
Now these pussy niggas mad

They used to hate, was all on my case now these niggas fanned out
Now these nigga fake, they all in my plate, you can't get no handouts

Run it up like race no lamb
I can't hit brakes no ma'am
Diamonds in the face no gem
I been pushing weight no gym

I been pushing Ps no grams
She be on her knees no hands
We gettin cheese no pretend
I wish you could see through my lense

Custom order got it with top
Twenty-two I pulled it off the lot
Who is you I thought it was a opp
Gucci shoes know it cost a guap

Why the hating, I been chasing
Ain't no disrespect i can't tolerate it
Profit making, operations
Savage on the top no negotiation

I was running like a race
Had to go and get the bag
I was coming for the cake
Now these pussy niggas mad

They used to hate, was all on my case now these niggas fanned out
Now these nigga fake, they all in my plate, you can't get no handouts

I was running like a race
Had to go n get the bag
I was coming for the cake
Now these pussy niggas mad

They used to hate, was all on my case now these niggas fanned out
Now these nigga fake, they all in my plate, you can't get no handouts



Credits
Writer(s): Randy Traylor
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