Introvert

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Who is god in this equation?
I guess we'll never know
When I'm here, all the mothafuckas better know that I run the show
Duckin' cameras, duckin' lames
Who said this shit was easy?
Movin' silent like I'm wheezy
Bitch I been hungry
I need me some money
They all brought me down
Now shit, ain't it funny?
Ain't joggin' no more
Bitch we full on runnin'
If they got a comment, we ain't sayin' nothin'
Better know that I run the whole business, ho!

Uh, look at me now
Right at the tippity top
Uh, bow down to your king
Knees drop, uh
I been runnin'
I been runnin'
I been runnin'
Now I got the game in a chokehold, bitch

Yuh, did you not wait long enough
Am I not too tough? (Am I not too tough?)
When I rap no bluff
Let me show y'all fakes 'bout somethin' real tough, uh
Grew up in a trailer
You was raised by tailors
Bitchin' 'bout your life, well boo-hoo
Had to grind for this shit
Cry for this shit
Fuck around, I might die for this shit
Put me down, I ain't ever gon' quit
Mutin', duckin' every fuckin' outlet
Fuck your friends
Fuck your family
I murder y'all all with one fuckin' beat
These 808s is like street-sweepers
Knock your ass out with one fuckin' beam
I'ma solo every damn team
And I'm done duckin' the TV, bitch

Uh, look at me now
Right at the tippity top
Uh, bow down to your king
Knees drop, uh
I been runnin'
I been runnin'
I been runnin'
Now I got the game in a chokehold, bitch

Uh, look at me now
Right at the tippity top
Uh, bow down to your king
Knees drop, uh
I been runnin'
I been runnin'
I been runnin'
Now I got the game in a chokehold, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Gwatney
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