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