Run Lyrics

My ambition of all these bitches has left me rigid

Riding off shit I already written

Hitting writers block and hoping I can spit some hits

But it's hard when you desire everything that you were never given

Been on a mission to deliver these records but every time I talk it seems their ears have been severed and I can never

Get out of all these complications

They setting up monsters waiting

They praying on my downfall hoping I never make it

Faking wearing that facade I dress in all black

I be too colorful in person once you get the surface scratched

I be doing the illest shit that you ever seen (ok, tell 'em)

Straight out a motherfucking movie scene

There will be blood every time you going back to who I was

Insane you still flipped over my tape cause it was nuts (Shea, what you say?)

You can tell me I suck I say I don't give a fuck

But my anger really boiling my blood

I knew I'm labeled corny before they said it

Saw them clowning all my favorite rappers killed me when I read it

Now I tell them bump my shit and suck my dick

Or I might go and fuck your bitch (yeah)

Like you think you coming close to touch my skill

I never let nobody all up in my grill

One time wanted gold fronts and now I roll blunts

Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gon' run

Yeah I'm gon' run

Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gon' run

Tell 'em I'm gon' run

Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gone

(Alright you ain't even ready)

Let me preface by saying I'm not tryna be the blueprint for any type of music

I'm not Hov are you stupid

They cast me out were non inclusive

Feel like I'm dreaming but lucid

I'm refusing to take this bullshit

Got lines they abusing (Let's go)

I got rhymes I'm abusing

I got cataracts hoping to see the truth but they want me to keep losing

So tell all of these stupid motherfuckers if you're trying to do shit

You better have like thirty mags for each the guns that you shooting (pow pow)

This my comeback like Andrew McCutchen

But all of y'all just pirate flows tryna make your way in the discussion

Tell you something I got you jumping like double dutching

That's why I'm on a roll and these subliminal keep you blunted

I keep you running from the truth that I be the proof

No matter how they fuck over you keep taping your shoes

I had a hole inside my soul and filled it all up with music

And now I lace up all these lyrics with the ammo they spewing

I just do it collecting all these checks and this bread

That's why they call me Butterfingerz when I'm pushing this lead

You still lingering on how that fucking shoe line Forumed

You're braindead of course slow as fucking internet explorer

I knew I'm labeled corny before they said it

Saw them clowning all my favorite rappers killed me when I read it

Now I tell them bump my shit and suck my dick

Or I might go and fuck your bitch (yeah)

Like you think you coming close to touch my skill

I never let nobody all up in my grill (nuh uh)

One time wanted gold fronts and now I roll blunts

Hoping that a record gonna boom and then I'm gone