This is a song about "Running from ops"

From ireland but i'll land, running

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

They don't even want the beef i got the cattle running from me

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Got shows on top of shows

Don't go running from the shadows

And now the present got you struggling

I'm on the run, keep running

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss

Relevance has got me running

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