Run-Ins Boldy James & The Alchemist

[Intro]
Three people running
Officers on their tails—one, two, three, four
At least four officers there on the tails
Uh, you see officers there, in units still and on point
Run, lil' nigga, boy
(Trying to catch whoever these men are, they get...)
Run, run
Keep runnin'
Yeah
This for my niggas on the run

[Verse]
The more you sweat in training, less you bleed in combat
My youngins signin' on the dot and killin' for them contracts
A hundred rounds quick to run a nigga in the ground
Run off, we go on a manhunt, then run that nigga down
Tryna run me up a hundred, had to dumb it down
Ran into my ex and now she giving me the run-around
Got your bitch runnin' errands 'cause we run the town
I don't need a clearance, tell them niggas, "Move the fuck around"
Been tryna run this shit back up, this shit been up-and-down
Runners run in packs, Off-White, Air Max runners
Nike Tech jogging fit what I ran it up in
A bad, pretty, young bitch what I'm standin' up in
Since you niggas counting pockets and get barely-up ends
A couple loose Iraqis told her, "Bet it up then"
Running back and forth to Cali' tryna catch up with twin
My other plug from the Valley run me seven for ten