For Running Scared ft. Nova Sandiego & BlackRabbit Skinny Lyrics

All these niggas running scared

I swear they unprepared

I done seen em running scared

Run with us but, ain't no running from it

I got the line wrapped around the corner

And I ain't have to run to California

They hanging on to every word I say

And I ain't have to run to L.A

I got the line packed up out the doors

And I ain't have to run to New York

I got the line wrapped the corner

And I ain't ever have to run to Georgia

I got this shit cracking where I'm located

Still stationed in the places that's my songs basis

Poles spraying, city cold as cryostasis

You done found the right one fucking with the wrong natives

These clowns ain't got no class I told 'em stick to they subject

Keep my name in they mouth, I keep 'em sick to they stomach

Got they grandmothers asking me for pictures in public

Told Skinny double down, told Fridaye triple the budget

Fuck it, aye look at what we becoming

Aye, aye, look at what's been incoming

Aye, aye, look at what we becoming

Aye, aye, look at what's been incoming

I got the line wrapped around the corner

And I ain't have to run to California

They hanging on to every word I say

And I ain't have to run to L.A

I got the line packed up out the doors

And I ain't have to run to New York

I got the line wrapped the corner

And I ain't ever have to run to Georgia

Daddy's home

Coming for what they passed me on

Rap god of war done murdered most of they pantheon

The beat killer I murk whatever they slap me on

Heavy is the head been lifting ever since I snatched the throne

Wooo, wooo sliding through my city like it's home base

Tired of being co-d, brodie went and got his own case

Talking on them phones cray

Lead to coming home me late

Gave my cousin fifteen he came back to some grown babes

Whoa, got me ready to crash road rage

On these microphones I'm undefeated like old age

The Eight One Five a cold place

Turn you to a cold case

On the Westside where shit get heavy like

I got the line wrapped around the corner

And I ain't have to run to California

They hanging on to every word I say

And I ain't have to run to L.A

I got the line packed up out the doors

And I ain't have to run to New York

I got the line wrapped the corner

And I ain't ever have to run to Georgia

Eight One Five the Mecca, bring a vest and bring an extra tool

The city bring me life I hit these niggas with a special move

Still got some records to move

And I got records to break

And I got shit I can prove hope that you playing it safe

Midwest giants step in the building you know that I'm making it shake

My baby got nothing but cakes I smack on her ass I'm making it shake

Niggas be calling my phone they wanna get time, they wanna get straight

They know we got motion, if you got no motion, we put 'em in line they just gotta wait

Wait, wait, fuck is you waiting fo

Fuck would you leave the land fo

Couple months later you running home

Wait, wait, you see how I'm putting on

When you see that Rabbit lil' nigga you know what the fuck been going on

I got the line wrapped around the corner

And I ain't have to run to California

They hanging on to every word I say

And I ain't have to run to L.A

I got the line packed up out the doors

And I ain't have to run to New York

I got the line wrapped the corner

And I ain't ever have to run to Georgia