Run Down (feat. Millyz)

Walked down on the opp, I ain't tryna drive

First class private if I gotta fly

My mama couldn't afford it, now I gotta buy it

We wasn't close, the **** died, and I forgot about it

I brought the phone to the projects, watched them crowd around it

Pistol in your mouth, why you tryna shout it?

All we got is hope, my dreams was on a boat, and **** tried to drown it

I learned how to swim, somehow I got up out it

Rarely was we sittin' down, **** oughta take out

Get your address, and all night we on the stakeout

I got your bitch happy, then like acne, I'ma break out

Everything changed my first day out, been focused on my way out

In and out of spots when you move, move cautious

Sixth floor, not a crib, remind me of a fortress

Shorty always in my face, keep remindin' me she gorgeous

Middle finger, fuck a cop, they just mad that I can't afford it

Cops listen to my raps, I gotta watch how I be talkin'

Lil' mama I been fuckin', she be chillin' with the opps

When I pull up to a spot, I got it on me

Watch my body, I can't die for bein' horny

**** sayin' stuff, they got me slidin' with my brody

Homies dyin', I can't add it up, nobody know me

I been cryin', got me walkin' 'round here with a .40

Never thought I'd see this type of life when I was just a shorty

Real **** gotta understand

I just wanna smoke and pop a bottle with my man

My daughter askin' 'bout the world, I said, "You got it in your hand"

Felt like you touched a million when it got a hundred grand

I been goin' through it, nobody can understand

They taught me how to stack it, we wrapped it with rubber bands

Comin' through your window to get it like Rubberman

Cash Money brothers, my hitter like Dutta man

Stuff too many bullets in it, and the gun will jam

I was never thinkin' Summer Jam, just tryin' to sell a hundred grams

Now we do Jamaican trips, all my bitches love the ting

Cash Money brothers, my hitters like Dutta man

Push the Lambo' like a Civic, only talkin' 'cause I live it

All the ones that wanna be me, really been my biggest critics (I know)

It's a quarter million jewelry if we gotta be specific (Right)

Fly robbers and designer, they go drillin' in some kits

Tryna flip shit

Walk down on a opp, I ain't tryna drive (Nah)

Me and brody been through pain, so we trauma-vibe

You ever saw a dead body? That's a homicide

The ones you thought was solid, go to sing, and watch them harmonize (Yeah)

Woodrow Wilson Housing, I was in and out them (Yeah)

Buildings with the villains, and get high the way we're chillin' (Whoo)

Dead Prez, he's all that's on my mind, make a killin' (Yeah)

Dead Prez, he's all that's on my mind, make a killin' (Yeah)

Slidin' in a Lincoln, all these diamonds on me clinkin'

Catchin' flights outta Kennedy, I'm Reposado drinkin'

Catch you slippin' in my section, we can't grant you a pass

Fuckin' bitches in the Trump Tower, fillin' my glass

You know my cup overrun with hunnids, I'm really done it, yeah

FTD, you're talkin' 'bout dirt, we really from it

Yeah, swingin' for the fences, I was never one to bunt it (No)

My gut feelin' told me to keep it by my stomach, so I does it

On the daily, I ain't goin' for the games, you can't play me

And this music here forever, so immortal what it made me

Self-belief to the fullest, and the fortune what it gave me

Thinkin' 'bout my bros is gone, and they been torturin' me lately, but we're livin'

Real **** gotta understand

I just wanna smoke and pop a bottle with my man

My daughter askin' 'bout the world, I said, "You got it in your hand"

Felt like you touched a million when it got a hundred grand

I been goin' through it, nobody can understand

They taught me how to stack it, we wrapped it with rubber bands

Comin' through your window to get it like Rubberman

Cash Money brothers, my hitter like Dutta man