This is a song about "Roshies runs"

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