Run the Streets
Freestyle, haha
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Yeah, yeah, we back on the beat, yeah me and my boys been runnin' these streets
We been huntin' them down, we been chasin' them down damn, I think we need some new cleats
I been spittin' these rhymes, I been on the grind damn, I think I need some new beats
I ain't wastin no time, she's snortin' a line damn, I think she just fell asleep
Yeah, yeah, we back in the streets yeah, me and my gang been gettin' money
Remember the days we was broke and bummy yeah now we stackin' that green
And you know we stay clean, yeah clean like a screen, we always perfect ain't no between
If you move wrong, you may get popped with a beam shoutout Juice WRLD now you got blood on your jeans
Yeah, now you got blood on your jeans me and my boys been stackin' that green
We got hundreds and twenties and tens and ones damn, call us a money machine
Yeah, I remember I was 15 always was gettin' abused yeah mama caused a scene
She told me I was a failure and that really changed my life so every day now I'm willin' to pay that price yah
Sike, I ain't payin' no price look at the way that I'm livin' my life
I fought through the strife, I found my new wife, I gambled with life and earned all my stripes
I gambled with life and earned all my stripes, yeah
Got all this money and a wife, uh-uh
All you dog-ass bitches, broke-ass bitches fuck outta here
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Yeah, yeah, we back on the beat, yeah me and my boys been runnin' these streets
We been huntin' them down, we been chasin' them down damn, I think we need some new cleats
I been spittin' these rhymes, I been on the grind damn, I think I need some new beats
I ain't wastin no time, she's snortin' a line damn, I think she just fell asleep
Yeah, yeah, we back in the streets yeah, me and my gang been gettin' money
Remember the days we was broke and bummy yeah now we stackin' that green
And you know we stay clean, yeah clean like a screen, we always perfect ain't no between
If you move wrong, you may get popped with a beam shoutout Juice WRLD now you got blood on your jeans
Yeah, now you got blood on your jeans me and my boys been stackin' that green
We got hundreds and twenties and tens and ones damn, call us a money machine
Yeah, I remember I was 15 always was gettin' abused yeah mama caused a scene
She told me I was a failure and that really changed my life so every day now I'm willin' to pay that price yah
Sike, I ain't payin' no price look at the way that I'm livin' my life
I fought through the strife, I found my new wife, I gambled with life and earned all my stripes
I gambled with life and earned all my stripes, yeah
Got all this money and a wife, uh-uh
All you dog-ass bitches, broke-ass bitches fuck outta here
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Writer(s): Japhen Wilson
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