Run Down (feat. Millyz)

Walked down on the opp, I ain't tryna drive
First class private if I gotta fly
My mama couldn't afford it, now I gotta buy it
We wasn't close, the nigga died, and I forgot about it
I brought the phone to the projects, watched them crowd around it
Pistol in your mouth, why you tryna shout it?
All we got is hope, my dreams was on a boat, and niggas tried to drown it
I learned how to swim, somehow I got up out it

Rarely was we sittin' down, niggas oughta take out
Get your address, and all night we on the stakeout
I got your bitch happy, then like acne, l'ma break out
Everything changed my first day out, been focused on my way out
In and out of spots when you move, move cautious
Sixth floor, not a crib, remind me of a fortress
Shorty always in my face, keep remindin' me she gorgeous
Middle finger, fuck a cop, they just mad that I can't afford it

Cops listen to my raps, I gotta watch how I be talkin'
Lil' mama, I been fuckin', she be chillin' with the opps
When I pull up to a spot, I got it on me
Watch my body, I can't die for bein' horny
Niggas sayin' stuff, they got me slidin' with my brody
Homies dyin', I can't add it up, nobody know me
I been cryin', got me walkin' 'round here with a .40
Never thought l'd see this type of life when I was just a shorty

Real niggas gotta understand
I just wanna smoke and pop a bottle with my man
My daughter askin' 'bout the world, I said, "You got it in your hand"
Felt like you touched a million when it got a hundred grand
I been goin' through it, nobody can understand
They taught me how to stack it, we wrapped it with rubber bands
Comin' through your window to get it like Rubberman
Cash Money brothers, my hitter like Dutta man

Stuff too many bullets in it, and the gun will jam
I was never thinkin' Summer Jam, just tryin' to sell a hundred grams
Now we do Jamaican trips, all my bitches love the ting
Cash Money brothers, my hitters like Dutta man
Push the Lambo' like a Civic, only talkin' 'cause I live it
All the ones that wanna be me, really been my biggest critics (I know)
It's a quarter million jewelry if we gotta be specific (right)
Fly robbers and designer, they go drillin' in some kits
Tryna flip shit
Walk down on a opp, I ain't tryna drive (nah)

Me and brody been through pain, so we trauma-vibe
You ever saw a dead body? That's a homicide
The ones you thought was solid, go to sing, and watch them harmonize (yeah)
Woodrow Wilson Housing, I was in and out them (yeah)
Buildings with the villains, and get high the way we're chillin' (whoo)
Dead Prez, he's all that's on my mind, make a killin' (yeah)
(Dead Prez, he's all that's on my mind, make a killin') yeah
Slidin' in a Lincoln, all these diamonds on me clinkin' (whoo)
Catchin' flights outta Kennedy, I'm Reposado drink
Catch you slippin' in my section, we can't grant you a pass

Fuckin' bitches in the Trump Tower, fillin' my glass
You know my cup overrun with hunnids, I'm really done it, yeah
FTD, you're talkin' 'bout dirt, we really from it
Yeah, swingin' for the fences, I was never one to bunt it (no)
My gut feelin' told me to keep it by my stomach, so l does it
On the daily, I ain't goin' for the games, you can't play me
And this music here forever, so immortal what it made me
Self-belief to the fullest, and the fortune what it gave me
Thinkin' 'bout my bros is gone, and they been torturin' me lately, but we're livin'

Real niggas gotta understand
I just wanna smoke and pop a bottle with my man
My daughter askin' 'bout the world, I said, "You got it in your hand"
Felt like you touched a million when it got a hundred grand
I been goin' through it, nobody can understand
They taught me how to stack it, we wrapped it with rubber bands
Comin' through your window to get it like Rubberman
Cash Money brothers, my hitter like Dutta man