630 ft. RUNXGUN Lyrics

Big money advances, throw racks in the jail penitentiary chances

Uh, fuck em all, fuck em raw Uh, short nigga but the money tall

I'm involved, even if I was deaf I hear money talk

I evolve, from posted up on the steps of my boulevard

Hardy har, laughing at niggas before I pull they card

Watch you sniffing, all of your coalition get pulled apart

I need a large house, backyard, a hundred yards

VVS diamonds, shine bright like a hundred stars

I'm the boss head, honcho, the one in charge

Pussy nigga, run up, you a runner, you ain't up to par

You made a lil' 50, can't spend that in a day

18k, yellow gold, like lemonade

Stand down and leave your army with a man down

Still the best since 30

Most my homies are parolees and robbers

Or they posted a robber

I might run around the ring like Tatanka

You fuckin' with G, put one in your spleen

The son of a queen, my stuntin' is mean

Homie, uh, see my hustle ain't luckin' out

You talk it out, I couldn't understand what you hustle bout

A bucket counts above a ounce, so shuffle it out

What the fuck you bout

It's time to have to hustle through droughts

Without having to doubt

You can't get paid in a earth this big

There's earths to dig

You niggas don't deserve to live

But I'm wavy, I got surfs to give

I got nerves to give

And the church has got hurst to give

Nigga, I need new ones, I bleed blue blood

You fuckin' with G, you gon' see two slugs

And you gon' need a new mug

Doggy, I stand down, it's a man down

Im still that nigga's 630, hands down

Do your business right, let me attend to mine

Younger days, I be pullin' ten

Spendin' nine baby steps

Step on stones, avoid a crazy death

And many thought this shit was a game

Avoid the same regrets

Gabble up my freedom for fuckery frontin' some crazy bets

Never crapped out, this shit I won't rap out

Lotta niggas do dirt and go sit in a glass house

Like a 50 cal hollow, can't figure that glass out

This higher learning configure this class out

Call me professor, no lectures

Lesson plans for the go-getters

Who know better, but did different due to cold weather

See no measures, that's too vicious

Ruben Carter, your casa

Blow out your windows, hit the lamps down

Flood the facility, watch your mans drown

Clear it out, take the last zip or the last pound

That flip sturdy, 630 nigga, hands down