It's inherited, it's runs in the family
A happy home, that's my fantasy
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Live every day like your last, time runs fast
The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score
He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,
New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?
I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent
Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please
Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees
At her, she skips second period and runs home but
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly
He rises runs the game while his cleats pry
So i pull the plug before it runs another bit
Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
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