Live every day like your last, time runs fast
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone
And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,
He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,
She grabs a knife with her feet, cuts the tape and runs,
Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems
It's inherited, it's runs in the family
You can never tell me that i'm not hungry
The bloodshed's reality, it runs thick, it's tragedy
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
Then runs outside its nine past 12 he runs into the street a car hits him and he
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