Run Shit Up ft. J-Chan Lyrics

Late to work I'm callin' in

Never had a 9 to 5 the mood was always strugglin'

Mom and pops was on my shit

Never hid

Scrapping up the change

Just to pay for the rent and I flipped out the set

When you see that i came from the bottom to now

I got checks over checks whoa (whoa)

Take a look at the wrist right now

When I had pocket change but I done came out how

'Member owning nothin' picking any fight to the crowd

Now I'm up here stuntin' shining in the dark too loud

Yeah yeah

Had to run shit up, woah, oh

Everyone knows I'm, too up to show

Ain't gon' fuck this up, no, oh

Keep on textin' me I ain't ever check up things

Had to run shit up, you know, oh

Pour that drink full cup, I'm in the hoe

Had to run shit up, for sure, oh

Keep on textin' me I only be textin' gang

(Broken)

(Broken)

(Whoa, whoa)

You was old news

From the day I met you I just told you

We don't mess around but if they want it we will fold you (ha, bap, bap)

I be movin' different I'm not doin' what the most do (bop, bop, bop)

I won't stop until I'm full (gang, yeah)

I'm a Lion from the jungle you a antelope (yeah)

You would rather die than speak the truth that's the antidote (yeah, that's facts, that's facts, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Can you really grow up have ambition for them bigger goals (bap, bap grrah)

Staying rich with "Sammy" whoa

Now we driving cars on that manual (yeah, grrahh, grrah, grrah)

Look at this

Speaking on my name with that fiction shit

They was making accusations way too ridiculous (uh, bap)

I been grinding hard but they be thinking it's conspicuous (yeah, bap, bap bap)

They was never there to go and see what my vision is (bap, bap, uh)

Tried to get my pants down (yeah)

Maybe cuz I stand out (I stand out)

All these hoes are hand outs (yeah nah)

Dirty cuz your man out (yeah, yeah)

Gold is what you can't have (yeah, yeah)

And it's super rare (yeah, yeah)

To go find a piece of bread for "S@M" and I to go and share now (yeah)

Had to run shit up, woah, oh

Everyone knows I'm, too up to show

Ain't gon' fuck this up, no, oh

Keep on textin' me I ain't ever check up things

Had to run shit up, you know, oh

Pour that drink full cup, I'm in the hoe (no no, no no)

Had to run shit up, for sure, oh (oh no, oh no)

Keep on textin' me I only be textin' gang

All my blessings are a weapon

I ain't even close to Second

Playing shit like this is checkers

Me and J-Chan on the record

Came out from a different sector

Watch my six I never let up

Pushin' moving from the get up

Lil bitch you just a set up like

(Uh)

Stuck in the war can't pick this apart uh

(Nah, nah, aye)

Feeling bizarre

I Tear her apart (yeah, uh, ya)

Never had nobody feelin' me

Ghetto to bigger leagues trying to steal from me

Counting my blessings from god that be sent to me

Y'all is not ending me who standing to me

It be SAM and fucking J-Chan

Yeah we staying fam

Hit the gas and we up in the Benz look at all them bands

Traded up to many fucking friends to replace them

Up with green standing next to me it be to gray fam (yeah shit)

Now,

Working and my Building my legacy

Always be living and filling my destiny

I ain't been locked, I'm passing my enemies

I got the masterpiece, mixed with the recipe

Raising my vibe, Y'all falling too behind

I'm defying space or time

Ancient mind from a century

Demons always try to enter me (Enter me)

(Enter me)

Had to run shit up, woah, oh

Everyone knows I'm, too up to show

Ain't gon' fuck this up, no, oh

Keep on textin' me I ain't ever check up things

Had to run shit up, you know, oh

Pour that drink full cup, I'm in the hoe (no no, no no)

Had to run shit up, for sure, oh (oh no, oh no)

Keep on textin' me I only be textin' gang