On The Run Lyrics

Yeah

You call yourself a real one

See me struggling

At the bottom

You ain't feel nothing

Back when I broke into houses

Trying to steal something

I wasn't using any props

I carried real guns

So I ain't trying to hear shit

About you changed up

Right when the escalator broke

Is when we came up

When I did shit all by myself

I fucked the game up

I ain't change nothing

All I did was change the frame up

Picture this

Oil up my gun

Make sure my gun never jam

Got a tight ship

See how I'm running this fam

And I'm still living like

I'm on the run now

And the only one I trust

Is my gun now

Im calling no huddle

Its up to me to make the pass

You wouldn't know struggle

If it fucked you in the ass

You see me juggling the broken glass

I'm never fumbling the open bag

No

Not everything is sweet

We put it in Dior's thats how

We dress it up to be

We started in the streets

We came a long way

And now they tuning in for me

Not everything is sweet

We put it in Dior's thats how

We dress it up to be

We started in the streets

We came a long way

And now they tuning in for me

Take my blood test

I got some thug up

In my hemoglobin

He went three years in silence

Now he done spoken

Tried to close the door on me

But I broke it open

Doing magic on them

Hocus pocus

Go to war

But I be staying focused

So much work

It's getting hard for me to delegate

First song went billboard

I ain't even get to celebrate

Just need to work harder

Move smarter

Grind longer

Think sharper

And push everybody farther

Stop and smell the roses

Me I'm not controlling

I just like the way they thought

That murder's all she wrote when

Looking back my story

Black sheep turned golden

Now its NHL vibes

Wrists be looking frozen

Say they got an in on it

Told my man to hold 'em

Flipped a couple pigeons

Looked at me like I was chosen

Scale looking iffy

So I gotta tare the motion

Hand tailored crack

Shit be looking like its woven

Popcorn butter got it straight

From out the ocean

Head feeling crazy

Give that bitch and ibuprofen

The way I lap rappers got them

Moving slow motion

Drop ya whole block money

All on some promotion

I remember nights

Great whites

All scopes no sights

All dope low price

Corner store white rice

Ain't have no money for no broccoli

And now its beef everybody

Wanna be Akhi

Looking at me crazy

But I ain't

I'm just cocky

The way I got medallions on me

Got ties with Rocky

If I said it it's concrete

You can't chalk this

Put this fucking beat on a leash

Like I walked it

Wanna stack your money

Show you how to do it quickly

This that peanut butter money

Make it in a jiffy

Sunday through Mondays

Ain't no skippy

And I got some heat for anybody

Tryna ish me

Not everything is sweet

We put it in Dior's thats how

We dress it up to be

We started in the streets

We came a long way

And now they tuning in for me

Not everything is sweet

We put it in Dior's thats how

We dress it up to be

We started in the streets

We came a long way

And now they tuning in for me