Runnin

Evil Empire Coke, dope, crack, smack Weed, E's, and CD's They got it all for cheap This project sounds industry It also sounds noteworthy And it sounds like you Now is the season for me to be who I am Not just that average guy I gotta be extravagant Need to catch my breath, They say I'm Covid positive Got my middle finger up because the world won't fuck itself Black forces all I'm seeing when they tell me watch my step I'ma dial my own number if I ever call for help Say I'm introvert That's why I aint been put in the dirt These niggas feelings hurt Fresh as hell, this shit get sinister Like a mini skirt, I'ma show my ass to these folks When she call me Papi, I swear I could pass for Latino, yeah Need to catch my breath I run this shit for real Slave blood my DNA You know I'm still in the field I aint lookin for a chef, but I need some mills in the crib I'm so numb to all the fake but niggas could feel that it's real Hit my knees and pray to God I had real thoughts to go kill They done checked me at the door, but I still had it concealed Lock myself in studios 'cause I'm too Memphis for the game But your seed will never grow if you prevent it from the rain, yeah Running shit Even if I do this shit myself, I be Running shit Running till I'm running out of breath, I be Running shit Nigga going left, right, left, I be Running shit Nigga I be Running Shit Even if I do this shit myself, I be Running shit Running till I'm running out of breath, I be Running shit Nigga going left, right, left, I be Running shit You know I be Running Shit Aye, Left foot, right foot Get yourself up out the mud Keep doin it Jonathon Major till it's all Meagan Good They think I'm a local mechanic the way I'm in the hood On my birthday, I blew the candles and wished a nigga would Raised where niggas die before they graduate Right where purple leaves and green papers is how you fascinate Never tell your dreams 'cause this where Martin got assassinate Where if you about to blow, you the one should evacuate Yeah, Nigga I'm really the goat Aint gotta wait on no pat on the back Yeah, I might just cop me a bra Big double D's, I got me a rack Yeah, and when it come to this game I make 'em put W's in the chat, yeah Life is a movie The director's mad, 'cause I don't how to act, yeah Proved myself on Famous Animal They say fat meat greasy, and I showed 'em grease is flammable Sick of all you niggas And this music is my antidote Prepared for the worst, but I be praying they aint got anna though For real Running shit Even if I do this shit myself, I be Running shit Running till I'm running out of breath, I be Running shit Nigga going left, right, left, I be Running shit Nigga I be Running Shit Even if I do this shit myself, I be Running shit Running till I'm running out of breath, I be Running shit Nigga going left, right, left, I be Running shit You know I be Running Shit If you don't fuck with Evil Empire Well then You're just a bitch ass trick