Lyrics
Uh, run it, run it, uh
Run it, run it, run it
Fuck, uh (I can't believe you did this to me)
Run it, run it, that's why I can see 'em
We gon' need to settle down, little room for breathin'
I done way too many rounds throughout my career
Real ones to the front, look
This is game time, boy, this ain't practice
Been around the world a couple times like an atlas
When I cut the profit, put the money in the mattress
Take care of my people, divided just like my fractions
Know I can team up with G's, I'm slappin' beats
Like grease, we 'bout to grind on WD, but
For me, I'm finished, yeah, you can get it
She got form top down so I'm ready to vet it, yeah
Fresh and fitted, penthouse, the view scenic
I saw how I'm livin', do it freely
Sunrise, I might wake up and play sticky
Last night, whiskey, wake up just like Iggy
So what we doin' now? Uh, you are goin' wild, uh
Ain't got no account, uh, dirty like the South, uh
Talkin' out your mouth, uh, welcome to the house
The way you move it, I can tell what you gon' do for clout
Uh, had to rebuild it back like LEGO
Couldn't be a slave for the peso
Quietly evolvin' on the lay low
Didn't mind the break if I say so
Now they can't see me, Tony Yayo
The way we run it up, finna run a muck
Had my door wide open, revolver, now it stay shut
Play around the city like Tonka on big trucks
I do thirty in your city, just sayin', that's big bucks
Playtime is up, yeah, you know what's up
Had to go expand on the brand so I made a buck
Everything is free now, sponsors on the team, how?
Did it for the scene so we lookin' for the cream now, mmm
We gon' run it, ain't no subs
Ain't nothin' funny when you come from mud
We just tryna get into some
He know, she know who the one
Came a long way from the old days
Tuna on the plate, didn't have a taste
'Til you gonna have to say your grace
Wasn't one to pray, didn't know what to say
Lost a mate yesterday then we pour Henny on the grave
One hundred degrees, fire is a breeze
Cross the seven seas, money is the meanin'
We up to get it, who wants to win it?
I ain't gon' let 'em, do-do-do, Beretta
Uh, avoidin' transit on the night train
Revenue, New South Wales, one of my license
Now it's sunlit in '98, in the tank, mate
Now they know how to pronounce my name at the bank, mate
Yeah, they want me down, we ain't had enough
You in the club, I decline to come, still ain't out of touch
In the lab, workin' on my ones, savin' up the funds
God's plan, only God to trust (On the count of two)
Playtime is up, yeah, you know what's up
Had to go expand on the brand so I made a buck
Everything is free now, sponsors on the team, how?
Did it for the scene so we lookin' for the cream now, mmm
We gon' run it, ain't no subs
Ain't nothin' funny when you come from mud
We just tryna get into some
He know, she know who the one
We gon' run it, ain't no subs
Ain't nothin' funny when you come from mud
We just tryna get into some
He know, she know who the one
Written by: B Wise
