Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent
New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?
At her, she skips second period and runs home but
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high
He rises runs the game while his cleats pry
The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy
That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton
They say she a runs girl like a marathon
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
Then runs outside its nine past 12 he runs into the street a car hits him and he
He runs to her, to stop her screamin',
So if it comes down, may the best man win
So i pull the plug before it runs another bit
Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit
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