Runway (feat. Westside Gunn & Rome Streetz)

That ol' real shit True story Ayo They used to slide food through The slot in my cell Now we eat in a mansion (Uh-huh) Diamonds like Prince Now I see 'em in the ring dancin' In Queens like Prince Hakeem With your queen, lampin' I'm handsome, white girls love Me like I'm part of Hanson (Uh-huh) Mamis love me like I'm Bad Bunny (They do) I've been that nigga out here Havin' my way before I had money Life a marathon, son Can't sprint on this long road I was thinkin' like O-Dog Instead of Sean Combs Bad boy, I need a billion (Uh-huh) Always knew that niggas Could never hold me down I'm too resilient Zoom in the Beamer coupe One button remove the ceilin' (Skrrt) This MC'll shoot like Shyne Standin' on business (Blaow, blaow!) Lot of niggas play the game But a small fraction is winners The others don't even know they Losing that shit ridiculous (Haha) Before music, I was tuned In with the sniffers Grams for blue strips in my mittens Real shit We could either destroy or We could build shit Pay attention to your circle Know who you deal with Gotta know the difference between Fraud and trill shit These niggas washed Dropped a lot of albums I don't feel shit Ayo, we used to wanna be like Mike (Like Mike) Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics) Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice) You talk about money, get it right Nigga (Get that shit right, nigga) We used to wanna be like Mike (Like Mike) Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics) Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice) Talk about money, get it right, nigga Ayo, the outlandish, two-steppin' Grams dancin' I'm handsome, I'm Manson Bulletproof under the Vanson I'm lampin', reclinin' in two-seater I'm prancin' (Skrrt) Graveyard shit, fiends was Vampin' like Jimmy Toast the semi, me (Argh!) Pose in a Bentley; in Kingston, walkin' through Tivoli Badmon, I felt like Ziggy Zig Zag Zig Allah Zips on the ricky (Argh!) I don't give a fuck who you are I gets busy (Argh!) Versace, Fendi Rasklaat, I'll blow your brains out You hear me? (Boom-boom-boom!) Have you covered in red dots for pennies Please forgive me, Lord, I go hard Left 'em distraught from Goyard Mozart, rose gold I'm so hard (Woo) I don't even know y'all, I'm so raw You nothin' at all, nigga, I'm havin' a ball, nigga Ayo, we used to wanna be Like Mike (Like Mike) Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics) Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice) You talk about money, get it right Nigga (Get that shit right, nigga) We used to wanna Like Mike (Like Mike) Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics) Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice) Talk about money, get it right, nigga That ol' real shit