Run A Lap

[Chorus]

It's young Hussle an' I'm bout to make it crack

Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back

Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks

Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps

It's young Hussle when I'm bout to make it clap

Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back

Shout out my niggas on the block selling crack

Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running

Laps

[Verse 1]

Chip on my shoulder, for niggas that hated on us

Labels that hesitated when radio wouldn't play us

Rappers dropping they disses now see us start explaining

Bitches I used to date wouldn't shut up and stop complaining

Now they looking salty cause I'm sucka ducking full time

Sipping dolce at the roosevelt, cabana poolside

Hundred thousand ain't enough to buy a new ride

See that's the type of disrespectful deal you sign

What happened nigga? last year you was cracking nigga

This marathon got me lapping all you rapping niggas

Been steady rising since the world got a half a whiff of 'Hussle in the House'

And Felli Fel ran it back on niggas

Streets love me cause they know I got crackin' in 'em

Took a stand, never ran and got gaffled in 'em

Bailed out with block money, kept trappin'

And I took this rap game and put some real nigga passion in it

[Chorus]

It's young Hussle an' I'm bout to make it crack

Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back

Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks

Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps

It's young Hussle when I'm bout to make it clap

Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back

Shout out my niggas on the block selling crack

Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running

Laps

[Verse 2]

Lo and behold, he getting his dough

Got that presidential roley flow, you niggas should know

Criticize me for the jewelery that I rock at my show

But watch the value of the dollar drop and gold explode

I got no time for these "I ain't tryin'a stand in line" homies

Think I owe them the world but never did nothing for me

Talking under they breath till they bitch just making her want me

See me or hit me with some fake shit like hey brody

Got enemies, trying to kill me for the rep

Couple smart niggas, think they playing chess go gonna get

Tony montana at the lot with my bitch

Tell them bulletproof that and bulletproof this

Guns behind the AC, I'm stashbox crazy

You can look at me and tell I was a match box baby

I'm game tight so niggas will never play me

Four words for my haters, look: fuck you pay me

[Chorus]

It's young Hussle an' I'm bout to make it crack

Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back

Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks

Told her it's a marathon, now she out here running laps

It's young Hussle when I'm bout to make it clap

Got a Roley on my wrist and my city on my back

Shout out my niggas on the block selling crack

Told them it's a marathon, now they out here running

Laps