Used To Run (feat. Damon Flores)

I used to run as a villain
But all these Jokers been Quinzels
Can't poison IV's bitching
About the drip you drop still with
Twice the needles in addition
To the fact your product isn't
Multiplying lose dividends
Other words, it isn't it

So when I mention
Beforehand poison pricks
With twice the needles I'm squishing
Multiplying the incision
The product's I ate's illest
Only when I got the pen
Inking the best tat for tit

Hound Smilers with a big grin
Turning these Frowners upside down
Hostile wiping all the clout
From the sky it's time to drown
Inside my reign the king is out
For knight mares them whores found
Run for mayor milk cash cows

'Till they run dry collapse in doughts
I'm foul

Chickening out
I can't be doing right now
Keep running shit like I'm about
A mile down from Level Exclamation Mark
Jumping your crews at my vault
Only I choose when I be gone

No loss to these fools
With Dentures tryna floss
We ain't Gucci, Don't bite my bark
Get a Fendi with personal remarks
Ain't ever Prada all these twats
Tryna get the bag off to rob
In hood adjacent to Todd

So blink and your Dior is gone
You ain't ever had to pop
You only give props like Gmod
One shot you phase through walls
Other words you shoot no clips, dog
Just stop

Got water milked from almonds
And bonds I burn are just caustic
Your stock is shotty like NASDAQ
Going down, receding falling
My ego's inflating often
Run it back I meant to say it's popping
Not on corny shit but I locked in
The clouds you could never vault over
Get me the key and I'm stopping shows
When I'm given a turn your heart'll slow
Not in vein when I spit it topical

Getting your climate wetted up tropical
Got the globe warming and I often show
Bars Off the dome like Nirvana, bro

Toodle oo to broader hoes
That'll get Kitty but all they know
Is matte figures that's dark in tone
Lavish in pink which stalks with no
Slowing down

Had a stuffy now she coming back
To say her gratitude and that's
Meant more than saying stuff me fast
From all the girls with their ass out

I used to rap about
The Dirty minded crafts I'm bound
To make ain't give a damn
Who's beaver I'll hit I'd smash em down
In lodges and penthouse
Nickname it God Complex
When I say I did it all for them

Imma be Raising the roof when I floor it
No sealing up the fucker that'll flow and
And I know Imma put up a wall never slowing

And often building the bridge Imma smoke
Like putting nicotine in my match I blow it
Like pipe dreams I'm rolling over

Nobody would condone
The views that I should be promoting
And drew from like Tate knows it
Sneak Os in my account toting
Millies til my all my opponent
Hit zero in their net worth

Imma spit the next verse
For no sheeple what I've heard's
Ahead of all spineless worms
Saying they got my back rehearsing
The Same crap but coffin worse
If it's sounding lavish refurbished
Then pillow talks can't work
If all they use are blanket terms
For sure

Won't use my words
If I'll get handed a sentence
Based on my past to kill my present
Make sales behind bars I'm kicking
Take jabs at a hit no shiv
And I Ain't lacking a win
Even if I'm rapping on rims
I'm Keeping your Jaguars whipped
More hoarse than cavalier's bitch
The Chevy lost Sparks like ampridge

Not even shocking you resist
My voltage I'll short circuit
I'm charged up like ignition
To phones but at no one service
Too deep to ever come surface