Yeah, uh-huh, it's finesse

Uh, what really happens

Damn, the shit I think about

When I'm alone, nigga

Imma Run it, I'ma run it

Only thing thats on my mind

Nigga gotta eat the shine

Means I gotta feed the grind

You can want it, you can have it

But you gotta get it right

Fuck it nigga live your life

This shit right here could end tonight

I came to run it

And now they nosy asking all these questions

Why they tripping on finesse

Man I'm tryna get it together

Why they can't give me a second

They just cannot let me be

Why they worried bout what's going on my mind and what I think

Why they wanna pick on me

Why they wanna pick my brain

Maybe cause they really know that this little nigga insane

I saw a vision of the game

To get rid of you little lames

So a nigga spitting that cane

And the junkies lifting the flame

And mane, same shit, nigga, we all got problems

That's why when I see you grinding

I mind my business, don't bother

Shit, we all got flaws man

We all tryna ball, man

I got a good attorney

But it's still fuck the law man

I always try to tell you, you don't listen

And so I'm in my bedroom

Lonely, staring at the ceiling

Shit I know I'm gifted

Or maybe it's the weed

Or maybe that there really is

A better place for me

Yeah, uh

They try to tell me that my mind is gone

Like I've been sipping on that styrofoam

What really happens when the time is gone

The shit I think about when I'm alone

I'm realer

So now I'm doing for the best of me

I feel like now I got the recipe

None of you other niggas stressing me

I came to run this shit

So best believe, I'm trilla

I came to run it

Straight to the front

I am not looking back

I can't banter with all the chat

I'm commanding y'all just kick back

Understand that this shit's a trap

Understand that your shit is whack

I demand that you just quit that

I'm the man you niggas get lapped, fast

See the checkered flag, and they raise it in the air

Is that smoke or the clouds

These niggas blaze it in the air

And they hate, but I don't care

Cause I'm paying all of my dues

And a lot of these niggas scared

But I'm saying these words for you

This music is all I know

This music is all I got

So I'm letting you feel my soul

And I'm letting you in my thoughts

These niggas acting like hoes

And they questioning like the cops

So you niggas be on your toes

Cause these people want what you got

They asking me questions that are irrelevant

Pay homage to the veterans

The music is the medicine

See, they be asking me questions

And I'm not telling shit

Just because they buying

That don't mean a nigga selling it

Yeah, uh

They try to tell me that my mind is gone

Like I've been sipping on that styrofoam

What really happens when the time is gone

The shit I think about when I'm alone

I'm realer

So now I'm doing for the best of me

I feel like now I got the recipe

None of you other niggas stressing me

I came to run this shit

So best believe, I'm trilla

Imma run it, imma run it

Only thing that's on my mind

Nigga gotta eat to shine

Means I gotta feed to grind

If you want it, you can have it

But you gotta get it right

Fuck it, nigga, live the life

This shit right here could end tonight

You could love it, you could hate it

But we still gon' be like this

Nigga, how we g like this

How we kill them beats like this

Imma run it, Imma run it

Only thing that's on my mind

Nigga gotta eat to shine

Means I gotta feed the grind