Run It Up

[Intro: Cantrell] Free shit Well alright Look, hmm [Chorus: Cantrell] We don't complain, we gon’ adjust I'm feelin' too fly to fuck it up I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy [Verse 1: Cantrell] We don't complain, we gon' adjust I'm feelin' too fly to fuck it up New chick on my arm, she fine as fuck Got a soul made of gold and know her worth Practicing patience for the real to take over Tell me get ’em, I got ’em, bet that cannon keep focus And our shit be the livest, and them bitches, they notice Hold on, don't tell my mama, I been drinkin’ and smokin' Hold on, don't tell my woman, I been drinkin' and fuckin’ If you capture this moment, sell that bitch for a lotus We been workin' and swarmin', Mass Appeal, we too loaded I been feelin' like Griffey when the bases are loaded, I mean I'm so official, thorough to the gristle, yeah My art official, this no artificial, yeah Don't know your way, I'll be your Tommy Pickles, yeah We too a hundred, we don't do the fickle, my nigga [Chorus: Cantrell] We don't complain, we gon' adjust I'm feelin' too fly to fuck it up I'm feelin' too fly to fuck it up Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy [Verse 2: Fashawn] Nah, I don't complain, I just erupt In flames, I give a fuck, stains all on my chucks Banger but it's tucked, frame all tatted up And what's even worse is I came here in a tux If I aim, you are in danger, you should duck From the terrain where that language is a must Santiago, government name just ain't enough My words leap off of the page and run amuck Run it up, too blunted, double dutch, blue hundreds New haters make me bulletproof somethin', who want it? Cookies on Melrose, might leave with two onions Strictly for consumption, it's true, I'm through pumpin' Blessed, I is, but bled, I did The young GOAT, it's funny, everybody said he was the kid You should know Stro and Ezzi with the biz 07 with the shit, Trell, tell 'em what this is, homie, yeah [Chorus: Cantrell] We don't complain, we gon' adjust I'm feelin' too fly to fuck it up I'm feelin' too fly to fuck it up Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy