Temple Run Lyrics

Yuh, young batty boy

Real bad man

Ah

Uh

Wait, I need a refresher, pedal feet twist my metal

Order dominoes and observe as a nigga finna body every fuckin' instrumental

Nigga keep playin', I'ma show him big difference in reality, it's all about the mental

So I might show that his temple

We playin' Temple Run

My vrodies stay with the laser like we princess Leia, we goin' next level, son

Speakin' of levels, which have you done

Nigga, like, over a million

Maybe like, over a billion

On my membrane man, might just pop some champagne

This be my story, play the campaign

Niggas be hatin', they some damn lames

I just be shootin' out your damn range

And shat on you niggas, there's some bed stains

They cannot see me flip the damn page

I'll sometimes be pervy like a damn sage

Peter Piper picked a patch of fuckin' pickled peppers

Peep the forces, peep the steppers

And oh my God, Majin Zyad be the general

Cut that nigga off, umbilical cord

My fairy tale be the size of thesaurus

And King Arthur be the swing of my sword

Sweepin' niggas is a chore

In reality, I'm whippin' on Honda Accord

See, my ambition is a talent

My monthly salary be bigger than most niggas average

Like 21 Savage, I'm keepin' a drac on me

And it's givin' me green like a cabbage

Let's get it

Rat-ta-tat-ta-tat is my way of violence when combat is needed

Children are starving, help them when they need it

And uplift my brothers when they feel defeated

Feelin' like hittin' licks is just the minimum

Little trust is established when there be so much to manage

Little time, little damage

But Aunt Viv got me thinkin' intuitive

And I don't got no love to give

If you got some comments bout Audemar wrist

Finna get so many rocks on my fist

On my Thanos shit, I'm sendin' y'all to abyss

I be workin' my way out the bottomless pit

With my vrodies, we be eatin' lobster and macaroni

Play the phony and you might end up on a telegraph

And I put that shit on my homie

Real shit

You niggas playin', we'll peep this

I be tellin' myself that I can't get complacent

Cause that's what my pops and my mama taught me

So I said, fuck all of y'all

All of y'all

Remember that shit that I bought for y'all

When them bitches wouldn't take my calls

Now my dick be all in their jaws

Like, damn

Damn

I guess I'm gon' truly find out what it means to be the hottest topic

Back in seventh grade they was callin' me lame

That's when Harden was playin' with them Houston Rockets

Bad times

But a nigga still in those bad times

But a nigga glew up, now we mad fine

Hit up five or six shorties in my pastime

Nigga

Rat-ta-tat-ta-tat is my way of violence when combat is needed

Children are starving, help them when they need it

And uplift my brothers when they feel defeated

Feelin' like hittin' licks is just the minimum

Little trust is established

There be so much to manage

Little time, little damage

But Aunt Viv got me thinkin' intuitive

Bitch

Bitch

Thinkin' intuitive

Bitch

Lil' bitch

Huh

Thinkin' intuitive

Yo

Huh

Thinkin' intuitive

I'm gone