Run the Show Pt 2
We on a roll
We got tha flow
We run the Show
We gonna blow
We on a roll
We got tha flow
We run the Show
Let's go
On a roll, yh we got the flow
Yh we run the show
Got the dough, Yeno and the bros
Going round the globe
Bangers pon Bangers we Smashing this hit
Yeno got the Music for the ages
Sev'n Almighty this shi' getting lit
Riding this beat feeling like kira Noir yh
I'm a young boy extraordinare
Flow so legendary yh
We raving, We vibing yh
This shit fire
We gonna blow
We on a roll
We got tha flow
We run the Show
We gonna blow
We on a roll
We got tha flow (It's Kayoz)
We run the Show
Let's go with it
Mix my gin with a couple of ice
Back on my grind I ain't nice
I got the keys to the streets
How you want me to stop when all I see is green
Red was how I left the scene
Yeah low (yellow)- key I've been one of the baddest
It's high time to show I'm one of the illest and realest
I think, y'all have been warned enough
Those who've been testing my hand
Well congratulations
You've got a front row seat
For the annihilation, decapitation, emancipation
All this before my graduation
I thank yeno for the motivation
But you should curse yeno for this motivation
Cause I'm here to run the show
Not just the show but the greatest show-
Man, Hugh Jackman got nothing on me
Cause I'm all rage and I'm ripping the scene
I ball all day, I be stephing it up
I don't need space, I'll be getting my shot
So keep the pressure coming
I don't need no warnings
I was born for something
Rapping was that something
But
I do my best to show you how I do it
Don't need no competition
My inner-self's my competition
You just witnessed a master beat, transform to a masterpiece
By becoming a master feast to a man with the master keys
Run the show never miss leg days (no)
Gimme head baby not headaches (heh)
Get that fuckboy outta my airspace
Going up elevate no staircase (facts)
I show up and the heads be Turning (who that)
Said hi and her coochie flooding (god damn)
Gat that star light Hughie Campbell
With the boys no I'm with the man dem (Yagga)
I want her and her they besties (two baddies)
Can't save you girl I'm investing (Buffet)
Gat the bag flip it like Jet Li
Not a chance hell no I was destined (amen)
Better speak my name with prestige (it's royal)
On the field, Mba'-no Messi (that's ten)
G-O-A-T that's the goal
Tie my lace bout to run the show (rahhh)
We got tha flow
We run the Show
We gonna blow
We on a roll
We got tha flow
We run the Show
Let's go
On a roll, yh we got the flow
Yh we run the show
Got the dough, Yeno and the bros
Going round the globe
Bangers pon Bangers we Smashing this hit
Yeno got the Music for the ages
Sev'n Almighty this shi' getting lit
Riding this beat feeling like kira Noir yh
I'm a young boy extraordinare
Flow so legendary yh
We raving, We vibing yh
This shit fire
We gonna blow
We on a roll
We got tha flow
We run the Show
We gonna blow
We on a roll
We got tha flow (It's Kayoz)
We run the Show
Let's go with it
Mix my gin with a couple of ice
Back on my grind I ain't nice
I got the keys to the streets
How you want me to stop when all I see is green
Red was how I left the scene
Yeah low (yellow)- key I've been one of the baddest
It's high time to show I'm one of the illest and realest
I think, y'all have been warned enough
Those who've been testing my hand
Well congratulations
You've got a front row seat
For the annihilation, decapitation, emancipation
All this before my graduation
I thank yeno for the motivation
But you should curse yeno for this motivation
Cause I'm here to run the show
Not just the show but the greatest show-
Man, Hugh Jackman got nothing on me
Cause I'm all rage and I'm ripping the scene
I ball all day, I be stephing it up
I don't need space, I'll be getting my shot
So keep the pressure coming
I don't need no warnings
I was born for something
Rapping was that something
But
I do my best to show you how I do it
Don't need no competition
My inner-self's my competition
You just witnessed a master beat, transform to a masterpiece
By becoming a master feast to a man with the master keys
Run the show never miss leg days (no)
Gimme head baby not headaches (heh)
Get that fuckboy outta my airspace
Going up elevate no staircase (facts)
I show up and the heads be Turning (who that)
Said hi and her coochie flooding (god damn)
Gat that star light Hughie Campbell
With the boys no I'm with the man dem (Yagga)
I want her and her they besties (two baddies)
Can't save you girl I'm investing (Buffet)
Gat the bag flip it like Jet Li
Not a chance hell no I was destined (amen)
Better speak my name with prestige (it's royal)
On the field, Mba'-no Messi (that's ten)
G-O-A-T that's the goal
Tie my lace bout to run the show (rahhh)
Credits
Writer(s): Akingbode Kayode, Egwari Michael Chukwuyenum, Samuel Kolawole Aina
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