We Runnin Tommee Profitt (Ft. Beacon Light)

[Verse 1]
Ready, set go
Game time I'm like Melo
Rhyming over that cello
Running hard 'til death row
Yeah I'm trained up
My game up
My crew dangerous aimed up
We running tracks in your lane bruh
Truth packed and I'm way up
Like straight up, I lace up
My mind all on that race bruh
My feet fly, no weight bruh
I sky walk no vader
You want the facts you can come and see me
Sauced up I'm like tortellini
Cook your noodle like fettuccine
Chef curry with a pen, trippy
Running hard 'til my lungs collapse
Coming far and we running laps
Tracks starts and I rap bars
My catalog like cataracts
Can't see it
Unless you believing
Unless you been the running the race that I be in
Oh my, my mind in freedom
My tracks gon need repeating, peating
Change the game
Running hard
Major payne
Set it off
Lane to lane
Cut em off
Can't stop til the finish yall
Oh my, I know my, my game gone to fly
Straight up, we run til we die