Runnin

Evil Empire
Coke, dope, crack, smack
Weed, E's, and CD's
They got it all for cheap

This project sounds industry
It also sounds noteworthy
And it sounds like you

Now is the season for me to be who I am
Not just that average guy
I gotta be extravagant

Need to catch my breath, They say I'm Covid positive
Got my middle finger up because the world won't fuck itself
Black forces all I'm seeing when they tell me watch my step
I'ma dial my own number if I ever call for help
Say I'm introvert
That's why I aint been put in the dirt
These niggas feelings hurt
Fresh as hell, this shit get sinister
Like a mini skirt, I'ma show my ass to these folks
When she call me Papi, I swear I could pass for Latino, yeah
Need to catch my breath
I run this shit for real
Slave blood my DNA
You know I'm still in the field
I aint lookin for a chef, but I need some mills in the crib
I'm so numb to all the fake but niggas could feel that it's real
Hit my knees and pray to God
I had real thoughts to go kill
They done checked me at the door, but I still had it concealed
Lock myself in studios 'cause I'm too Memphis for the game
But your seed will never grow if you prevent it from the rain, yeah

Running shit
Even if I do this shit myself, I be
Running shit
Running till I'm running out of breath, I be
Running shit
Nigga going left, right, left, I be
Running shit
Nigga I be
Running Shit

Even if I do this shit myself, I be
Running shit
Running till I'm running out of breath, I be
Running shit
Nigga going left, right, left, I be
Running shit
You know I be
Running Shit

Aye, Left foot, right foot
Get yourself up out the mud
Keep doin it Jonathon Major till it's all Meagan Good
They think I'm a local mechanic the way I'm in the hood
On my birthday, I blew the candles and wished a nigga would
Raised where niggas die before they graduate
Right where purple leaves and green papers is how you fascinate
Never tell your dreams 'cause this where Martin got assassinate
Where if you about to blow, you the one should evacuate
Yeah, Nigga I'm really the goat
Aint gotta wait on no pat on the back
Yeah, I might just cop me a bra
Big double D's, I got me a rack
Yeah, and when it come to this game
I make 'em put W's in the chat, yeah
Life is a movie
The director's mad, 'cause I don't how to act, yeah
Proved myself on Famous Animal
They say fat meat greasy, and I showed 'em grease is flammable
Sick of all you niggas
And this music is my antidote
Prepared for the worst, but I be praying they aint got anna though
For real

Running shit
Even if I do this shit myself, I be
Running shit
Running till I'm running out of breath, I be
Running shit
Nigga going left, right, left, I be
Running shit
Nigga I be
Running Shit

Even if I do this shit myself, I be
Running shit
Running till I'm running out of breath, I be
Running shit
Nigga going left, right, left, I be
Running shit
You know I be
Running Shit

If you don't fuck with Evil Empire
Well then
You're just a bitch ass trick



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