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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghetts
Ghetts
Vocals
Moonchild Sanelly
Moonchild Sanelly
Vocals
TenBillion Dreams
TenBillion Dreams
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Justin Clarke-Samuel
Lyrics
Rio Romaine Willis
Rio Romaine Willis
Composer
Sanelisiwe Twisha
Sanelisiwe Twisha
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Blue May
Blue May
Mixing Engineer
TenBillion Dreams
TenBillion Dreams
Producer
Ben Oakland
Ben Oakland
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa Ratata-ta-ta, grab a strap That's a shotty, that's a .38, and that's a MAC That's an opp? No, it's not, that's a pack There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (there he goes) There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (there he goes) There he goes, run him down, that's a lap Flip mode, gymnast, acrobat There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (that's a lap) Done a boy dirty, now he's telling girls that we both know he's looking for Justin Thеm boy there point fingers in court Thеy ain't looking for me, they're looking for justice Look at the scoreboard (look at the numbers) Look at the .44 (look at the dumpers) Look at the warlord (look how we come there) (Bad nuh bloodclart) Big .45 carrier, let's see who's got stamina W's only, I'm no L. Gallagher That one there? Way too dirty Seen more prints than a hotel bannister Slide 'round here with the Maggie, my brother GIIG on the bally, my brother What have you done? You're just Malakai's runner It's gonna be an alibi summer when I Run man down, big .45, gunman down Man dead before the body touch that ground Fuck that, fuck guns, don't run that mouth Man's 14 stone with a one bang now Name should've been Karma, I come back round Nowadays, I'm calmer, I bun that down If I'm going abroad, I'm suntan-bound If I go in a Ford, it's one man down Ratata-ta-ta, grab a strap That's a shotty, that's a .38, and that's a MAC That's an opp? No, it's not, that's a pack There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (there he goes) There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (there he goes) There he goes, run him down, that's a lap Flip mode, gymnast, acrobat There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (that's a lap) Another MC get (dash weh) The .38 spesh get (slap weh) I just come out the dressed in (black way) Where's my man's head? It went (that way) I don't know about white-collar crime What's white-collar crime? Man done it the (black way) I turn man pack, turn man (ashtray) Hold on, wait, I swear that's my man If my man's there, then where's his right hand? I don't care about my man's right hand Why's man's right hand there in his side bag? Rambos twinning, Siamese sisters Silencer from South East Asia, Chinese whispers I know I said twins, but they might be triplets I know I said sprint, man might see Linford (quick off the mark) Turn on man (switch off a heart) Pull up, skrrr (skid off a car) Dig up a grave (bring up the past) Ratata-ta-ta, grab a strap That's a shotty, that's a .38, and that's a MAC That's an opp? No, it's not, that's a pack There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (there he goes) There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (there he goes) There he goes, run him down, that's a lap Flip mode, gymnast, acrobat There he goes, run him down, that's a lap (that's a lap) Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa Run up the steps like Rocky Balboa
Writer(s): Rio Romaine Willis, Sanelisiwe Twisha, Justin Clarke Samuel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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