He rises runs the game while his cleats pry
I'm touching skies, no puffing lie
Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,
Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
Money runs like a golden river
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
I could think of a couple positions for you
My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
At her, she skips second period and runs home but
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
He runs back o the elevator, runs and slams his door,
The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score
Synthesizer runs over this beat like starvin actors
It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers
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