[Intro]
(What? Ayy)
(Bitch) ayy
[Chorus]
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run (Ayy)
Run, run, run, run
Run (Ayy), run (Ayy), run (Ayy), bitch
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run (Okay)
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
[Verse]
Run 'til I cannot feel my fuckin' feet
I walked into his crib, I got some metal that (Ayy) he gotta meet (Bitch)
Run, run 'cause I ain't got a lot to need
I'm takin' all that shit and more because it's kept away from me
Run 'cause I want your life, I'm more than greed
I'm that evil presence in your chest (Ayy) that you all pray (Ayy) to leave (Bitch)
Run, I-I'm a product, I'm a horror scene
Perfect puzzle piece to fuckin' fit inside the war machine
New chop (Ayy), got a new (Ayy) job (Ayy) for a different grade (Ayy)
Bullets everywhere, I keep my head down so I don't get grazеd
I just used my last mag, saw my homie take onе to the face
Maintaining composure, pray (Ayy) to God I (Ayy) won't end up that way (Okay)
I just wanted finer things and comfort, now I'm here today (Ayy)
Scared I'll never see 'em, when above my head, I see grenades
Turn around and look at my environment in disarray
Find another chop, look at the enemy I make 'em fuckin'—
(What? Ayy)
(Bitch) ayy
[Chorus]
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run (Ayy)
Run, run, run, run
Run (Ayy), run (Ayy), run (Ayy), bitch
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run (Okay)
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
[Verse]
Run 'til I cannot feel my fuckin' feet
I walked into his crib, I got some metal that (Ayy) he gotta meet (Bitch)
Run, run 'cause I ain't got a lot to need
I'm takin' all that shit and more because it's kept away from me
Run 'cause I want your life, I'm more than greed
I'm that evil presence in your chest (Ayy) that you all pray (Ayy) to leave (Bitch)
Run, I-I'm a product, I'm a horror scene
Perfect puzzle piece to fuckin' fit inside the war machine
New chop (Ayy), got a new (Ayy) job (Ayy) for a different grade (Ayy)
Bullets everywhere, I keep my head down so I don't get grazеd
I just used my last mag, saw my homie take onе to the face
Maintaining composure, pray (Ayy) to God I (Ayy) won't end up that way (Okay)
I just wanted finer things and comfort, now I'm here today (Ayy)
Scared I'll never see 'em, when above my head, I see grenades
Turn around and look at my environment in disarray
Find another chop, look at the enemy I make 'em fuckin'—
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