I run out on the job.
Believe me i'mma be your god
Sorry shakie but i run from flames
I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates
She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears
I won't bow down to crowns now, i carry the cop defiance,
Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party
You the type to run your mouth then run from me
And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you
I run the motherfucking system, when i want, i perk it too,
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose
I hit a cop blind and pulled the revolved slide
I'll never forget, never forget the night
I run the fucking gamut
Rack, rack city shit
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