Run This Town

I'm screaming free my nigga TIP
Brought it from Atlanta to Philly like Mick Vick
Fighting charges lawyers say that they might stick
I was praying to God man don't do me like this
The hoes fucking niggas with the bricks
Now they fucking me, I laugh, dirty bitch
Stay humble even though I know I'm the shit
But if rap don't work out I give me 36
Or better 72 or better 144
That's four of them if you ain't know it
I break it down and I make it do what it do
That dirty money galore
And the feeds they gonna have to catch me
Or money power respect me
The haters used to neglect me
But now our days they just accept me
Cause fighting what they expected, since they see me and my necklace
And glory all and my story, alot of niggas they bore me
I used to ain't matter much but I hustle like Robert Horry
And now I'm balling like Kobe, shit change Lebron James
And now I'm getting this money and killing them John Wayne
I chilled and my time came, my peer fast as a leer
I dare without a fear dey try to box me I squared
I ran circles around them, and now look at them here
They cheering that I'm on top
Busting like I'm a glock
Bursting right out the box
I burst them right out the pot
And went the jewelry store, bursting all out the watch
Me perform like a GT trick bike
Say a word nigga I can pull your bitch like
I know sign
We can it shine language
Let the swag talk
She say it's the swag fault



Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Wilson, Shawn Carter, Kanye West, Jeffrey Bhasker, Athanasios Alatas, Robyn Rihanna Fenty
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