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Killer Mike - Run (feat. Young Thug)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Dave Chappelle
Dave Chappelle
Spoken Word
Dammo Farmer
Dammo Farmer
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Chappelle
Dave Chappelle
Writer
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Songwriter
Bryan Jones
Bryan Jones
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lamar Williams II
Jeffrey Lamar Williams II
Songwriter
Damien Romel Farmer lll
Damien Romel Farmer lll
Songwriter
Dennis Brown
Dennis Brown
Songwriter
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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No ID
Producer
Bainz
Bainz
Recording Engineer
Renegade
Renegade
Producer
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Recording Engineer
Project Pa$$ion
Project Pa$$ion
Recording Engineer
Sydney Wolfe
Sydney Wolfe
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
Recording Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Renegade El Rey
Renegade El Rey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

God don't like ugly, I ain't one to judge (judge) Whole, whole lot of gold Cubans weigh a ton (ton) Say I kept it solid when it's all said and done (said and done) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race for freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) Had to make it out the red clay, run, nigga, run (nigga run) The west side of Atlanta, yeah, that where I'm from (flatland) Outside, I was hands on like a glove (like Batman) Movin' like my nigga N.O.R.E., eatin' on the run (run) Still an underground king and that's word to Bun (Bun) Locked in like Rice Street without a bond (bond) I was playin' with the powder way beforе LeBron (LeBron) My wife was born a rеdhead, but now she a blonde Politicians lie and your favorite rapper is a con (con) Don't check for me without a check for me, that's a hund' (bluest) Only Ls I wear is followed by Vuitton (Louis) Get money and the power, teach 'em while they're young Hmm, blessed to make it out the slums, run, nigga, run (run) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put a brand new fluoresce on her wrist I bought that bitch a new Patek, plain Jane This a bigger boat, we ain't sinkin' the same This a PJ, we are not on the same plane (plane) Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, God, damn) Yellow diamonds like the sun (yeah) And I keep it one-on-one (yeah) Run (take off) Trappin' out, I'm mama's son Now a nigga on the run Now a nigga shootin' fun Ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh) I keep this shit on a tightrope On a PJ with no night clothes (night clothes) We just had fucked, why it's tight though? (Why?) Why is you tight? I signed the check like a typo (yeah) Rescue the trenches, all of the kiddies We gon' escape on a yacht boat We gainin' weight like Big Pun, run, nigga, run Installin' this shit in my son, run, nigga, run Green interior, lawn, run, nigga, run Dr. Martin boots when I come, run, nigga, run All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run, run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run, run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, run, nigga, run (run, run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run
Writer(s): Dennis Brown, Warryn S. Campbell, Dion Wilson, Damien Romel Farmer, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Michael Render, Bryan Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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