Run It Lyrics

I keep it forreal

No less than a hundred

I get to the bill

Finesse when I run it

When I stack a Mill

Don't ask how I done it

I get to the bill, Finesse when I run it

I keep it forreal

No less than a hundred

I get to the bill

Finesse when I run it

When I stack a Mill

Don't ask how I done it

I get to the bill, Finesse when I run it

Go head, Sit down with me

Take a ride with me

Pull a chair up, Roll one, Kick back, Relax, and just Vibe with me

Lately I been wandering

About all these wild, and wacky things

The things that keep you awake

The things that keep you pondering

Why the proof is in the pudding or why

These deep thoughts come late at night

And I'm wondering why there's days of death, or

Asking why a black guy needs an alibi

Ironically its all I see, Gazing at the mirror wondering

Like who you are? Or who you trying be?

Stand back, just laugh, joker sad, Circle back to the hypocrisy

Growing up to hate this image of me

The one thing I told myself I would never be

The one thing seems so empty to me

Maybe its this wallet, this liquor, this fame

Or maybe these faded dreams

Constantly wandering

Like who I am, or will I ever be?

All I know is that eventually, one day we all face the Inevitably

I keep it forreal

No less than a hundred

I get to the bill

Finesse when I run it

When I stack a Mill

Don't ask how I done it

I get to the bill, Finesse when I run it

I keep it forreal

No less than a hundred

I get to the bill

Finesse when I run it

When I stack a Mill

Don't ask how I done it

I get to the bill, Finesse when I run it