Desire
Running the game, running the game
Run to the money
Run to the fame
Gun for this shit, isn't it funny
Nobody fucking with me way back then, way back then
Now I'm rapping hope for platinum like
Man's out here trynna run up the p's
Provide get good for the fam I
Got the plan and I'm set in my ways
Always pushing with the pace so I rest my case
And no nah, nah it's never been easy
Nobody believed me, nobody
Nobody had my back like I did
The game needs me like I was a hyphen
Connect words up like I'm a writer
I burn notes spreading like I'm a wild fire
I told my old dear I got desire, mums
Yeah she know that I'm a fighter
My old bitch left said I gas light her
It's funny init, kept telling me I'm none the wiser
Kept telling me that I was the liar
It's old news anyway now that was a minor
(That was a fucking minor)
The man just said let's go get started
Ain't got the p then she's acting heartless
No hand out I had to hit my targets
Step to man you better back yourself
I make p's and that's just what we packing now
P's like Germany we make the moolah
Hands together had to pray for better I had to pray
Okay, wasteman
You ain't got this drive and the passion
In the passenger side of a blacked out S line
Stepped out and I'm wearing it all white
All right, let me talk bout the time where
I had no lights, in the house, it was cold inside
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running the game, running the game
Run to the money
Run to the fame
Gun for this shit, isn't it funny
Nobody fucking with me way back then, way back then
Now I'm rapping hope for platinum like
I can't lie
Don't deal with the disrespect
Don't diss me on text
When I pull up and your looking all confused and perplexed
Got a boy looking shakey and stressed
He can't even eat man he had to digest it
Now this rap games mine now where's the merit
See every man and their mum pulling up
Rocking all Trapstar but I just don't wear it
I came from a place where I had to work harder
Stuck in the boiler
The hot water
From a seaside town
Where the sea too brown
Had to be the shot caller
Where they think they're better
They might try back you into a corner
Was a young yute with the whole
Weight of the world on me that was just way too heavy
(Weight of the world on me that was just way too fucking heavy, uh)
I told them it's boutta to get messy
Argentinian rare like the Chevy
Boy gotta be kidding vasectomy
They step to me, they pushing me, budging me
But I'm in the game for good they better start accepting me
But they way to stressed to for that
I was born with the hunger and passion
Got the drive in me never come crashing
Working my shit up till I run all the cash in
Harder than a BBW bashing
I never make mistakes
This shit was just fate
Getting on by on paper plates me and my family scraped
(Me and my family scraped)
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running the game, running the game
Run to the money
Run to the fame
Gun for this shit, isn't it funny
Nobody fucking with me way back then, way back then
Now I'm rapping hope for platinum like
Run to the money
Run to the fame
Gun for this shit, isn't it funny
Nobody fucking with me way back then, way back then
Now I'm rapping hope for platinum like
Man's out here trynna run up the p's
Provide get good for the fam I
Got the plan and I'm set in my ways
Always pushing with the pace so I rest my case
And no nah, nah it's never been easy
Nobody believed me, nobody
Nobody had my back like I did
The game needs me like I was a hyphen
Connect words up like I'm a writer
I burn notes spreading like I'm a wild fire
I told my old dear I got desire, mums
Yeah she know that I'm a fighter
My old bitch left said I gas light her
It's funny init, kept telling me I'm none the wiser
Kept telling me that I was the liar
It's old news anyway now that was a minor
(That was a fucking minor)
The man just said let's go get started
Ain't got the p then she's acting heartless
No hand out I had to hit my targets
Step to man you better back yourself
I make p's and that's just what we packing now
P's like Germany we make the moolah
Hands together had to pray for better I had to pray
Okay, wasteman
You ain't got this drive and the passion
In the passenger side of a blacked out S line
Stepped out and I'm wearing it all white
All right, let me talk bout the time where
I had no lights, in the house, it was cold inside
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running the game, running the game
Run to the money
Run to the fame
Gun for this shit, isn't it funny
Nobody fucking with me way back then, way back then
Now I'm rapping hope for platinum like
I can't lie
Don't deal with the disrespect
Don't diss me on text
When I pull up and your looking all confused and perplexed
Got a boy looking shakey and stressed
He can't even eat man he had to digest it
Now this rap games mine now where's the merit
See every man and their mum pulling up
Rocking all Trapstar but I just don't wear it
I came from a place where I had to work harder
Stuck in the boiler
The hot water
From a seaside town
Where the sea too brown
Had to be the shot caller
Where they think they're better
They might try back you into a corner
Was a young yute with the whole
Weight of the world on me that was just way too heavy
(Weight of the world on me that was just way too fucking heavy, uh)
I told them it's boutta to get messy
Argentinian rare like the Chevy
Boy gotta be kidding vasectomy
They step to me, they pushing me, budging me
But I'm in the game for good they better start accepting me
But they way to stressed to for that
I was born with the hunger and passion
Got the drive in me never come crashing
Working my shit up till I run all the cash in
Harder than a BBW bashing
I never make mistakes
This shit was just fate
Getting on by on paper plates me and my family scraped
(Me and my family scraped)
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running our p's up
I'm running the p's up
Make that money is my desire
Got a bad one on me she a liar
Running the game, running the game
Run to the money
Run to the fame
Gun for this shit, isn't it funny
Nobody fucking with me way back then, way back then
Now I'm rapping hope for platinum like
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