Run GASHI

[Verse 1]
(Run) Uh, I'm staring at my ceiling, another day up in this bitch
Parents screaming, you can't lay up in this bitch
I didn't register so everyday I hear 'em bitch
No Plan B, but you know we plan on getting rich
Man, don't complain about my music, 'less you paid for that shit
(I'm made for this shit, made for this shit, uh)
Ain't black or Spanish, they say he's so average
Dress like a faggot, whatever weird you attack it
My music garbage? But you be on it like a bunch of maggots
Put the seven to your back with this pistol, now you a maverick
Dropped class, started dropping classics
If rapping to bring the paper and plastic, back to trappin', uh
Africa made me, New York City raised me
Albanian baby born up in the crazy '80s
Last of a rare breed, that's '89
Mama said "You gon' be fine, thank God that you still alive"

[Hook]
And so I run (Run motherfucker run)
Away from these haters (Ru-run motherfucker run)
Away from these haters (Ru-run motherfucker run)
If you ain't fucking with me now (Run motherfucker run)
Don't fuck with me later (Ru-run motherfucker run)
Don't fuck with me later (Ru-run motherfucker run)