Let It Run

Yo All the way through All the way Hey, yo, yo They got me on my Hit The Lights shit That grab the mic and tie the hand I usually use to write with That shit that cool the burn off I work to rise You sit and ash the blunt While sipping Smirnoff I start with flow Then end my verse Like let me take my shirt off You could hit me twice like Tyson I just laugh and wipe the dirt off Born hustler checking numbers While you private browse to jerk off To a girl that leave my worm soft With dm looking swole Got some females left on seen I aint expect until my goal All this shit that's coming to me All before my second comma Yeah my ex left my head But I'm still plotting on her momma Aint a thing in this world I won't get to if I want to Snap me how you been Then get excited I respond too She know what I'm doing When I don't ask how's your man Cause he probably bump me too And I don't want to lose no fan I mean I gotta talk And have a story With the title And the art You wanna click And share with friends And reach the finish when you start I say it's easy But it's not Ask these clowns Who want my spot All create But when they drop I'm asking Is it done or na Damn Honesty hurts so it seems I rather spend my days alone Forest gumping my dream Than chilling with a fake team Who got your back up on partial Tryna' chop through the arts And we not talking bout' Martial No I'm not the next Cole And no I'm not the next Marshal I'm a new phenomenon Smaller through the jumbotron Hide you girl like here I come All of you should probably run Lyrics leave you sounding dumb Probably cause of where I'm from But regardless man you whack I've said it countless times at that You as corny as your singing You should keep that shit to rap You should stop with shit talk And probably learn the facts And you should probably not recycle But hop up in that trash Hop up in that trash