Lyrics

I'm a run it up, run it up, run it up, I'ma run it out, I'ma run it up, run it up
I'ma run it up, run it up, run it up, I'ma run it out, I'ma run it up, run it up, I'ma run it up, run it up
It's crazy how the world perceives a black king, Umpire calling strikes before the bat swing
Waking up in cold sweats, having bad dreams, I just bought a flat screen from a crack fiend
Said he don't want the money, he just want the dope, You can call me what you want, but you can't call me broke
And you can't call me what you're problems, cause we all got em, Pulled up on her in a foreign, now her jaw's dropping
She love to eat meat, till her jaws lock, Her boyfriend think he tough like a mall cop
**** stuck in the hood like hobos, Laughing at em' running up the digits on the score board
Fake pimp, yeen, he ain't getting bread from her, They gave Tooly 20 on his first fed number
Concrete, you know he solid, never said nothing, If it ain't bread coming, these 308's going head hunting
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I'ma run it up, I'ma run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I'ma run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
You call yourself a bad bitch with 6 bad kids, Sad part is they don't know who their dad is
Bad credit, bad built with a bad wig, I mean you the definition of what bad is
I be wiggling through traffic like a centipede, Cooler than a winter breeze, winning no penalties
Forever with this shit, no toilet bowl, You square ass **** out of pocket and can't control your hoes
One whiff of my cologne, I'ma take her home, Couple shakes of the dice, then it's money gone
Run it up, second place, you a runner up, If you ain't one of us, evacuate before my gunner busts
Fake pimp, yeen ain't getting bread from her, They gave Tooly 20 on his first fed number
Concrete, you know he solid, never said nothing, If it ain't bread coming, these 308's going head hunting
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I'ma run it up, I'ma run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, I'ma run it up, run it up
I'ma run it up, I'ma run it up, run it up
Written by: E. Wilson
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