Run It Up

All they focus on

Money, drugs, women, thugs

Diamonds, clubs, Crips, Bloods

Kick drums, black lungs

But fuck it, I'ma run it up

They keep tellin' me to work less and party more

But ain't nothing comin' out of my life bein' dirt poor

'Cause I been broke my whole life, ain't nothing come of it

I been struggling my whole life, I'm tired of it

But you're too focused on the motherfuckin' money, bro

But you don't know the feeling of having nothing when you're coming up

So when I get it, you're damn right, I fuckin' spend it

Drop a hundred on some foreign seats, they 'bout to go and rent it

I'm workin' hard for the things that I have

Ambition runnin' too fast, I couldn't keep up with class

So do I drop out and just sit there and just watch my dreams pass

Is this my chance? Is this a test? I pray to God that I pass

Money couldn't change me

Through it all, remain the same me

They don't get where I'm comin' from

All they focus on

(Money, money, drugs, drugs)

Existence, the physical universe, is basically a place

(Money, money, drugs, drugs)

There is no necessity for it whatsoever

(Money, money, drugs, drugs)

It isn't going anywhere, that is to say, it doesn't have some destination

(Money, money, drugs, drugs)

That it ought to arrive at, but it is best understood by analogy to the music

Money, drugs, women, thugs

Diamonds, clubs, Crips, Bloods

Kick drums, black lungs

But fuck it, I'ma run it up

Money, drugs, women, thugs

Diamonds, clubs, Crips, Bloods

Kick drums, black lungs

But fuck it, I'ma run it up

Money in my blood, all I think about is Benjamins

Came up from the mud, oh, I think I'm 'bout to sin again

I keep it runnin' up, all I'm gonna do is win again

Money is my drug and I think it's gonna be my end

Alcohol keep me tipsy, sippin' whiskey

Drugs make me feel like I'm whippin' in a 10-speed

(You should go parties) Bitch, that don't impress me

Parties were the reason I was sleeping on the money

Ain't it funny how they all see it?

These children watch the rappers fuckin' up and wanna be it

Hangin' round the town where everybody knew the gangs were

Sold a couple grams, now he thinkin' he a gangster

But it's all good, yeah, it's all new

It was just weed, fuck, now it's coke too

Money got him stuck in a cell, he eatin' cold food

Damn, I fuckin' wish you would've listened when I told you

Run it up

All they focus on

Money, drugs, women, thugs

Diamonds, clubs, Crips, Bloods

Kick drums, black lungs

But fuck it, I'ma run it up

Money, drugs, women, thugs

Diamonds, clubs, Crips, Bloods

Kick drums, black lungs

But fuck it, I'ma run it up