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Run a Lap
15,277
Hip-Hop/Rap
Run a Lap was released on September 1, 2013 by All Money In No Money Out, Inc as a part of the album TMC
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AlbumTMC
Release DateSeptember 1, 2013
LabelAll Money In No Money Out, Inc
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye, it's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it crack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out them bitches on the stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps, aye
It's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it clack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out my **** on the block selling crack
Told 'em it's a marathon, now they out here running laps, whoa
[Verse 2]
Got a chip on my shoulder for **** that hated on us
Labels that hesitated when radio wouldn't play us
Rappers dropping they disses, now see us and start explaining
Bitches I used to date wouldn't shut up and stop complaining
Now they looking salty 'cause I'm sucka ducking full time
Sipping Dolce at the Roosevelt, cabana poolside
Hunnid thousand ain't enough to buy a new ride
See, that's the type of disrespectful deal you sign
What happened, ****? Last year you was cracking, ****
This marathon got me lapping on you rapping ****
Been steady rising since the world got a half a whiff
Of Hussle in The House and Felli Fel ran it back on ****
Streets love me 'cause they know I got cracking in 'em
Took a stand, never ran and got gaffled in 'em
Bailed out with block money, kept trapping
And I took this rap game and put some real **** passion in it
[Verse 3]
It's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it crack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out them bitches on the stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps, aye
It's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it clack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out my **** on the block selling crack
Told 'em it's a marathon, now they out here running laps
[Verse 4]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I really feel this shit, baby
Aye, listen, look
[Verse 5]
Lo and behold, he getting his dough
Got that presidential Rollie flow, you **** should know
Criticize me for the jewelry that I rock at my show
But watch the value of the dollar drop and gold explode
I got no time for these I-ain't-tryna-stand-in-line homies
Think I owe 'em the world but never did nothing for me
Talking under they breath till they bitch just making her want me
See me and hit me with some fake shit like, hey, Brodie
Got enemies tryna kill me for the rep
Couple smart **** think they playing chess, gon' go get
Tony Montana at the lot with my bitch
Tell 'em bulletproof that and bulletproof this
Guns behind the AC, I'm stashbox crazy
You can look at me and tell I was a matchbox baby
I'm game tight, so ****'ll never play me
Four words for my haters, look, fuck you, pay me
[Verse 6]
It's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it crack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out them bitches on the stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps, aye
It's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it clack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out my **** on the block selling crack
Told 'em it's a marathon, now they out here running laps, whoa
[Verse 7]
Uh, these **** not fucking with me
Enemies know my words 'cause they bitches be fucking with me
These local hoes'll get famous for fucking Nipsey
So I treat her like the groupie she is and tell her, miss me
I'm on right now, they say that they gon' get me
'Posed to be dead already, **** shot, but they missed me
So every morning I wake up, I make history
Came straight out the 60s, then I took the whole city
And not from set tripping, just doing the best business
So local **** with respect, come connect with us
I'm all money in till I get the death sentence
Or people say that I'm the best in it
Whichever comes first, my dick clean but I done dirt
I got hands and my guns work
Trust, you think Hussle, think of one word
Marathon, and I'ma run it till my lungs hurt, ****
[Verse 8]
It's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it crack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out them bitches on the stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps, aye
It's Young Hussle and I'm 'bout to make it clack
Got a Rollie on my wrist and my city on my back
Shout out my **** on the block selling crack
Told 'em it's a marathon, now they out here running laps, whoa
[Verse 9]
Whoa
Written by: Ermias Ashgedom
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