Run My...

[Verse] Aye That boy Babe Ruth with it Hit it out the park with a smooth finish, take two minutes Stop fronting like you knew wisdom One pull and the glue hit him, stuck in this couch Niggas running for frown, nigga you lucky he out Young boy got drive, he be hungry without it Fifth grade, we was running through houses No pounds just pounds for allowance Niggas who hardly made it touch down, be the loudest Used to run 'round with the mouses Grade A, make your momma the proudest Niggas thirsty, might drown in the fountain You a clown or misdoubting? Lost a friend, found depression instead Lost my pencil, I remembered the stress Ask if Max brought the mеdicine yet Cold tears lеave these sentences wet Told ’Press I build the stairs, just remember the steps Everyday, it's like my memory left Blunt roaches with a centipede crest Head in clouds, hope this beat'll place, the rest of me slept And I’m the type that's not accepting they death [Chorus] Tell my reaper I'm a feig, gimme time, gimme place Niggas speaking bout my ways, you should say it to my face Pussy Nigga Tell my reaper I'm a feig, gimme time, gimme place Niggas speaking bout my ways, you should say it to my face