Temple Run Lyrics

Every day I wake, I pray before I rise

Temple run, let's get this money, leave that monkey shit aside

All these dub ass niggas switched from crip to banging 5

I can't help but laugh and listen to them talk about the slime

I woke up on demon time

Living backwards, I'm the type put my shirt over my iron

Puff exotic rocks, got plane crash surging through my lungs

Call the bottom of the hood the "boot", get kicked you out of line

No, that bop ain't one of mine

Slime come through wigging out, he geeking out his mind

Bitch, I know Shiest-Fu, I'm Bruce Lee with that TEC-9

I got Voodoo in my dreads to help me speak what's on my mind

This lil' bitch here is a eater, see me think it's dinner time

Hold on, wassam?

Who this on my line, yeah

Bougie and she fine, yeah

Put dick in her spine, yeah

Shoot him through the window since he peeking through the blinds, yeah

You should mind yo' business, yet you getting into mine, yeah

I'ma keep on winning, we go black truck in the city

I'm wit' 5, so I meant Bity, make that mistake all the time, yeah

Gotta watch yo' back 'cause shit get sticky all the time, yeah

Say she like my music cause I'm witty in my lines, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Every day I wake, I pray before I rise

Temple run, let's get this money, leave that monkey shit aside

All these dub ass niggas switched from crip to banging 5

I can't help but laugh and listen to them talk about the slime

I woke up on demon time

Living backwards, I'm the type put my shirt over my iron

Puff exotic rocks, got plane crash surging through my lungs

Call the bottom of the hood the "boot", get kicked you out of line

No, that bop ain't one of mine, yeah