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RUN TOO Lyrics - Artist : EARTHGANG
I must be one of the lucky ones
Gr8 dick So-so credit Live life light headed I'm the madness to the method... man From a place with out no WU Tang clan But we got Ku Klux claims all up through there Hustle all we do here Tryna make shake till its popping like a root beer Made this in a leap year Next year I'll be nuclear Hella high faluting Hot boxing two stories I'on give a fuck bout who here Always been the underdog its over for that bullshit Born with the skillset Built up the tool kit Got the pocket presence its a breeze On some drew shit Hate when niggas talk but when they see you they don't do shit I'm a simple man but even that can be confusing Always said my checkered past would have em jumping to conclusions Can't have nobody around me that ain't making contributions All I do is run get high, fuck, and make music What I life what a life what a life this is Who can I who can I open up too What I life what a life what a life this is Who can I who can I open up too I'm tried of niggas I'm tired of mother fuckers under achieving Scared of their greatness wasting their breathing Spoiling blessings Pissing they Chances down drain Sitting own they hands wondering why their situation ain't change I'm tired crackers I'm tired dealing with You racist bastards Salty asses can't focus on nothing else but me I'm tired of haters frightened by something Imma be Cause my purpose got you feeling worthless now we enemies I'm tired of sleeping tired of creeping tired of hoes tired of Hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol Shawty tryina do her best As she sliding down this pole but she see my mind gone and I'm all alone So Who can I open up to prolly this bottle This sack of weed I talk to it, it talks to me We eye to eye we knee to knee we praying for some shit ain't sure if it exist Yeah we lucky if we wind up with a loyal bitch We slide out our moms how quickly we forget Here surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip here Hope you ain't got this image of me in your head The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on his linen Picture perfect perfect image Nigga that ain't how I'm living Nigga that ain't how I'm living So gone and throw a finger in the sky for the sinners What I life what a life what a life this is Who can I who can I open up too What I life what a life what a life this is Who can I who can I open up too Too What I life what a life what a life this is Who can I who can I open up too Oooohhhh |
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