Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade On a race for the paper, somebody getting slain It's a celebration bitches welcome back I use weak rappers as my welcome mat Trigger finger killing opposition Middle finger to the competition Fuck em all that's just my position I just shitted in your pot to piss in Time is of the essence and the clock is ticking Steal your life before you notice something's missing It's the villain in Versace Tell me who go stop me Flow sick, Liberace Niggas claiming they the king, beat that ass like Rodney Last nigga tried to rob me Flashed on 'em paparazzi Cook a nigga hibachi Slaughter serpents for survival You'll be dead on arrival No resurrection for my rivals Nigga shoulda called Geico One hand on the rifle Other hand on the Bible I just went full blown psycho Norman, Freddy, Jason, Michael Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain Clock is ticking, you on borrowed time Got no flow so you borrowed mine In that two fifty with a loaded nine Rollin' one deep, bumpin' Carter Five Don't wine and dine if she all mine Hit the China spot for sweet and sour swine Be home soon Bae I'm on my grind After that she love me long time Martin Luther King Henry Jr. Bout to fuck it up, this that Karma Sutra Torture racks like Lex Luger What's a Superman to a Lex Luthor Stay strapped like Fallujah, yea Pull up on ya like an Uber, yea Crack a smile before I shoot ya, yea Kings back Hallelujah, yea Been on my dick since I was young Make you eat your words and bite your tongue Put a noose around your neck whatcha call that, Highstrung I got free smoke, check your ego Don't try me bro, I'm in beast mode Flow cold might need a pea coat Knock, knock don't check that peep hole Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain Real niggas don't run Real niggas don't run Real niggas don't run Real niggas don't run Real niggas don't run, yea that's word to Mike Myers You can gon' head run, you just gon' die tired Lord Vader with the saber, Mike Myers with the blade Only race for the paper, somebody getting slain Real niggas don't run

If you believe it than you shall achieve it Seems like once you start believing when they start retreating I gotta reach my zenith and display my genius This ain't the year of the rat, it's the year of the heathen Huey Newton mixed with Huey Freeman If you ain't plan on squeezing why the fuck you bring it On the road to success I'm outracing demons Took the highway to heaven cuz the views are scenic Got skeletons in my closet, I ain't trick or treating Just some victims of my wrath for committing treason Spare no love, Elmer Fudd when it's hunting season The rose that rose from the cement and bitch I'm still breathing So if I ever take the stand, Bible underneath my hand Know I'm praying for forgiveness but can't give it, I'm just a man Ain't get caught up in no jam It's just a part of his plan Try your best to understand A lion amongst the lambs From the bottom of the map Dark side of the tracks Escaped from the trap and I ain't never looking back Got one hand on the wheel, the other on my strap Try me you get clapped Try me it's a wrap I'm from the bottom of the map Dark side of the tracks Escaped from the trap and I ain't never looking back Got my left hand on the wheel, right hand on the strap Try me you get clapped Try me it's a wrap This ain't meant to make you dance it's meant to make you think Type of shit you spark a blunt to when real niggas link I done seen it all and I ain't miss a wink Been hit with everything but the kitchen sink Got it off the ground, Kershaw at the mound I don't do it for the crowd bitch I do it for the crown Poetically profound Will you swim or will you drown Ringleader or a clown Stay trill or hold it down Clap steel come correct or get your cap peeled Never a deadbeat that's only when the track killed Independent, cuz labels keep offering crap deals In the hour of chaos got me reaching for that black steel Polishing my sword Preparing for the war Umbrella for the weather 'cause when it rains it pours Reaping these rewards Compliments of The Lord And if you ain't onboard it ain't safe no more I'm from the bottom of the map Dark side of the tracks Escaped from the trap and I ain't never looking back Got my left hand on the wheel, right hand the strap Try me you get clapped Try me it's a wrap

And they say, you need to get your life together, I'm still searching for the meaning I'm on the loudest pack around and I think I hear it screaming I hear footsteps 'round the corner, mayne it must be the demons Oh no Broadcasting live on tu canal Seldom seen but your mouth like root canals Ruthless, wild, I treat duppys like puppy chow Armed and deadly, I'm Wayne Gretzky, I'm skating now Evade the town, they hating now, fading in and fading out Sip green tea and smoke green leaf I guess I'm jaded now I roll up after breaking down, the stress it had me breaking out Look mama I made it now, my aura so amazing now My birds flock and like Bird Box you bet not make a sound Smoke Black and Mild's with a curvaceous cutie from Curaçao Storm trooper might pooper scoop ya like a doodie pile I'm up all night, don't do no white, what the fuck I'm racist now? These bitches they ready but I won't fall like confetti I'm her worst nightmare but I don't sweater like Freddy Play the strings like I'm B.B., Martin Luther just kinged me Talk to him through the Quija, he said live and die freely I must be dreaming Buried treasure Sail in every weather Fail the ledger That way we could sail forever X's n O's stitch marks the spot Trip, how do u carbon composite art? The main anchor off the dock Just to get it started off the top Don't get departed off the top Get hearted I get sparkin' off the top to get started And get sparkin' like the main tip off the Glock I can't get off the block the tip started I can't stop I just start it Not to get sorted But stop The fact I'm hard should not get discarded I'm stitched like socks in Chicago in Boston I'm Ralo in Gotham, Southside San Pablo and Arkham I'm not at the top to get popped I'm at the rock in this bottoms It's not gon' miss so stop and get started My chronic is tropic, hit often You acting like them raindrops is not gon' drip I trip make stops then I'm not gon' trip I click then tick tock is just not gon' tick Buried treasure Sail in every weather Fail the ledger That way we could sail forever Ahoy, I'm bout my chips like Alvin, Simon and Theodore Apologies mi amor I'm greedy, I needed more Addicted by the allure I sail out from shores And sale out in stores My clique, consists of hoodlums and scallywags Pirates who pillage in the pursuit of Cali grass My spliff, compliments of the loudest pack Heard coast to coast like Space Ghost and Brack My stench, couldn't afford with your per diem Versace dreaming, might slide in Donatella's DMs The goat, fresh off the boat but this ain't Plymouth Rock I spin the block, winking through the scope like Fetty Wap I'm sending shots so consider this your last call I'm pissed off, ain't drop shit since last fall NASA boy, I blast off then smash off Sick like Corona but when with Quota it's mask off Like Future Hendrix, I duck lieutenants and goose in Benzes Niggas snitchin', might shoot the witness pray for forgiveness Lord as my witness from jumping fences to running business Give me a minute I flip it and stretch it like a gymnast God Flow, Book of Guinness, Mt. Olympus Make haters grimace this straight spitting with no gimmicks Look around I'm in the clouds, flying nimbus Higher pimpin, hide your bitches, find a clinic, it's the sickness And they say, you need to get your life together, I'm still searching for the meaning I'm on the loudest pack around and I think I hear it screaming I hear footsteps 'round the corner, mayne, it must be the demons Oh no

Foot on the gas I'm on the ave That foreign slab Them Texas tags I gotta have Wood on my dash Leather my ass Skating on glass These bitches bad These niggas mad Put it on my tab That's word to Chad I need that gas Swisher my grass Gun in my stash With extra mag Had to double back Forgot my mask Chasing that bag I need that cash These bitches bad These niggas mad Put it on my tab That's word to Chad Life was so easy back on Magnolia Keep to myself, they act like they know ya Smile getting greasy, my heart getting colder Thoughts get deep, as my mind get older No love on streets, live life like a soldier Ain't no tweets gon' stop police from killing us in the streets after pulling us over Damn Politicians ain't shit, bigots getting bolder Ain't down to ride, I gotta pull over File full of x's, Skully and Molder Worlds on fire, I'm watching it smolder Weapon on my waist, wear my heart on my shoulder Pimp under pressure make a diamond out a boulder Fucked around and came home, shoulda stayed in California Damn City's polluted with cowards colluding Supporting confusion Supporting illusions and desperate delusions Oh that's what we doing? Keep that shit moving And keep me excluded My life your amusement I'd rather be smoking somewhere in seclusion Foot on the gas I'm on the ave That foreign slab Them Texas tags I gotta have Wood on my dash Leather my ass Skating on glass These bitches bad These niggas mad Put it on my tab That's word to Chad I need that gas Swisher my grass Gun in my stash With extra mag Had to double back Forgot my mask Chasing that bag I need that cash These bitches bad These niggas mad Put it on my tab That's word to Chad Big body Benz back out the block I got the drop on the op I'm getting tailed by the cops Had to put the stick in my crotch Had to put the clip in the box Hol' up Sauce got me smothered Bitch I'm so southern I got it covered Texas out to Alabam Shoutout my fam Shoutout XMan Send me a strawberry Coke from Japan Dresser got 25 lighters, bag got 28 grams Fly to San Fran Hit up A Geezy, I need the loudest pack when I land Yadanamean? I said fasheez, speaking that shit that you can't understand Versace my t, Levi my jeans, fucked around brought the beach to the sand Sand to beach, Swisher so sweet Monday through Sunday these niggas so weak I'm in the building feeling like yee A doctor like Dre keep a Mac on these streets Sand to beach, Swisher so sweet Monday through Sunday these niggas so weak I'm in the building feeling like yee A doctor like Dre keep a Mac on these streets Hol' up

Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill Thank God I'm trill Swang Swang Swang Thank God I'm trill Swang Swang Swang New day a new dollar, you spend and you earn Mo' money, mo' problems, you live and you learn What the next man doing? That's not my concern They told me stay humble, told me wait for my turn Fuck that I built this shit from the ground up Please stay the fuck from around us Can't swim with the sharks, you a flounder Keep riding that wave it'll drown ya I get the bag and I double it You get the bag and you fumble it What happens when rappers stop mumbling? Real rap come back that's when the trouble hits Gotta make moves, I can't be a stooge, I turn these tunes to profit Turn on the news, distorting our views, perpetual nonsense and gossip What happened to loving thy neighbor? We treat each other like strangers Women and children in cages Look what America made us Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill Thank God I'm trill Swang Swang Swang Thank God I'm trill Swang Swang Swang Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill Don't fuck with my energy I show no empathy I'm sending shots without sympathy I hear all the chatter It's mind over matter Trust me I ain't flattered, it's sickening Nat Gang till infinity, can't break our synergy Still living life like the Kennedy's, Genovese Family and friendship Parking lot ran outta spots for them Benz's Trill business, they just pretending Acting bitches, when I say bitches I don't mean women Hol' up let me finish Niggas trippin' like the end of a sentence Period How you the prince? I'm the king, you delirious Ray meets Randy, that's macho mysterious Yo soy el Rey, that's that bilingual shit again Dark nights in Gotham that's why I'm so serious Hijinks and hate from the heathens and hypocrites Losers don't win and winners don't quit Check the blueprint, I was built for this shit Emcee with a hammer I stay too legit Don't parking lot pimp, I get guac and I dip Fuck what you heard and fuck how you feel Death to the fake and life to the real Thank the most high that I'm trill Thank God I'm trill Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill Thank God I'm trill Swang Swang Swang Thank God I'm trill Swang Swang Swang Ninety-Nine problems, these niggas ain't one Heard death 'round the corner, I'm gon' get my gun Got a stack full of papers and all of 'em bills Everyday that I pray, thank The Lord that I'm trill

I'm thinking maybe I should take flight Really lose my mind leave you outta sight Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite? I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride I'm gassed up, masked up, N95 Top Shotta Don Dada Globetrotter Versace watcher You stanky crotcha Go visit doctor Break you off proper, then slow rock ya Gun in my hand, it never jam, boom shakalaka The way that I been feeling lately kinda got me worried Don't question who, just pull up and shoot like Steph Curry Revenge a dish best served cold like McFlurrys Sweat dripping in vengeance it got my vision blurry I'm sick of these puppets and ventriloquist I stay Melo even when you pick a Millic Darko, they wanna cancel me like Harpo I got a bone to pick my thugs will meet you at the crossroads You full of shit reciting shit from clips you seen on Narcos It's black and white like barcodes Fuck them podcast and talk shows No love songs just dark flows My phone been stuck on dark mode The trillest in the city y'all know I'm thinking maybe I should take flight Really lose my mind leave you outta sight Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite? I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride I'm gassed up, masked up, N95 Silly nigga dropping pins on your iPhone Take you for everything you own now it's a my phone Sound like my clones how you challenge my throne? And it's a wrap once them nats in your fly zone Talking like a bitch we gon' euthanize him Play them stupid games and win stupid prizes Pull up and get your order catch you at the drive in Niggas thought they wanted beef until we supersized it Slide like Toosie, feel like Tookie, tooley tucked, yea Wanna gamble with your life you outta luck, yea Quack, quack, Aflac better duck, yea Ask my nigga if he strapped and he said fuck yea

I'm thinking maybe I should take flight Really lose my mind leave you outta sight Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite? I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride I'm gassed up, masked up, N95 Top Shotta Don Dada Globetrotter Versace watcher You stanky crotcha Go visit doctor Break you off proper, then slow rock ya Gun in my hand, it never jam, boom shakalaka The way that I been feeling lately kinda got me worried Don't question who, just pull up and shoot like Steph Curry Revenge a dish best served cold like McFlurrys Sweat dripping in vengeance it got my vision blurry I'm sick of these puppets and ventriloquist I stay Melo even when you pick a Millic Darko, they wanna cancel me like Harpo I got a bone to pick my thugs will meet you at the crossroads You full of shit reciting shit from clips you seen on Narcos It's black and white like barcodes Fuck them podcast and talk shows No love songs just dark flows My phone been stuck on dark mode The trillest in the city y'all know I'm thinking maybe I should take flight Really lose my mind leave you outta sight Still be on their mind when I'm outta sight Was it wrong, was it right, was it out of spite? I'm thinking maybe I should catch a flight And head West, where niggas die, become a legend over night Fuck it, ain't no contemplating when it's time to ride I'm gassed up, masked up, N95 Silly nigga dropping pins on your iPhone Take you for everything you own now it's a my phone Sound like my clones how you challenge my throne? And it's a wrap once them nats in your fly zone Talking like a bitch we gon' euthanize him Play them stupid games and win stupid prizes Pull up and get your order catch you at the drive in Niggas thought they wanted beef until we supersized it Slide like Toosie, feel like Tookie, tooley tucked, yea Wanna gamble with your life you outta luck, yea Quack, quack, Aflac better duck, yea Ask my nigga if he strapped and he said fuck yea

Making a killing vs making a living Being the hero vs playing the villain Untamed Gorilla, I don't see no ceilings In a trill niggas presence when I'm in the building Broke my back, never broke my spirit Wrote this track so you can quote my lyrics Everybody wanna be Goku but somebody gotta be Krillin Snapping selfies, make your life seem thrilling Being famous never seemed too appealing None of my business the way that you spend it I show more interest in the way that you get it At the Motel 6 making harsh decisions It was do or die, I was po' pimpin Down a rocky road four wheel it Jesus grab the wheel, that's lord willing A pile of money impairing my vision Sitting on the pot shitting counting college tuition Coulda made about four million but trill niggas conscience is unforgiving Had to think different just to make difference Basqiat how I paint these pictures Dodging fake niggas and the fake women In Medusa's lair I hear the snakes hissing Keep the antidote for the snake venom Red and blues them boys stay tripping Trying to turn my palace to a state prison Hit the gas on they ass, imma stay whipping Pistons pumping like I'm Blake Griffin Pistol dumping slide the extra clip in No weapon formed can stop me on my mission The Kings back, your Lord has risen Wrist on Fontainebleau Pockets on Mountain Dew Pussy on Majin Buu Chop it like DJ Screw It's lonely at the top, I need a better view I need something new Kicks on Kung Fu Wrist on Fontainebleau Pockets on Mountain Dew Pussy on Majin Buu Chop it like DJ Screw I heard they taking shots but that's a dumb move Excuse me coming thru Kicks on Kung Fu Talk a lot of shit and piss excellence Heaven sent like the reverend No evidence it's self evident Nat Gang, gotta represent Blue Benji's, pretty pennies, damn right, I need every cent Hella lit, hella bent Sipping something strong, smoking special blend Talkers telling tales but that's just pretend Check my resume, no LinkedIn Never sinkin', I'm synced in Diamonds dripping down my ink pen Niggas downplaying my masterpiece, you sound like a hater Put my Magic Johnson in her Master P, I should play for the Lakers This shit is a layup I keep it boss player, Stacy Adams my gators These niggas can't fade us, they just imitate us We couldn't neighbors, hello Mr. Rodgers Hey Mr. Rager, I'm kidding my cudi The conquering lion The San City Savior Wrist on Fontainebleau Pockets on Mountain Dew Pussy on Majin Buu Chop it like DJ Screw It's lonely at the top, I need a better view I need something new Kicks on Kung Fu Wrist on Fontainebleau Pockets on Mountain Dew Pussy on Majin Buu Chop it like DJ Screw I heard they taking shots but that's a dumb move Excuse me coming thru Kicks on Kung Fu

Pack in the mail Serving them feigns I got what you need It's fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Pack in the mail Serving feigns Got what you need Fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Mi no comprende Give no fuck what no bitch say Niggas falling click bait Must like how my dick taste I'm all in they mouth Just looking for clout All in they house But when I'm outside they scared to come out Fake it till you make it ain't taking that route Talking that shit that you ain't really 'bout This ain't a front Ain't pulling no stunts You looking like food, I'm taking your lunch Quit all that cap are you Captain Crunch? I pull up, peel off and then peel me a blunt I'm not amused Ain't making no moves All in my views Turn on the tube If you need the news In a murderous mood Take 'em to school Like Bob Ross with the tool Clint Eastwood with the mule Leave 'em drippin' like a pool He gon' need stitches get the spool Pack in the mail Serving them feigns I got what you need It's fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Pack in the mail Serving feigns Got what you need Fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Peace, Church and Tabernacle Had to hit em' with the razzle dazzle Heard the snakes rattle like they wanna battle Tryna fake the funk 'cause they feelings fragile Had to step back like a Harden travel Hear the hater talk shit left me baffled Let em' burn like Babel hanging from a scaffold My God is my judge no gown no gavel You owe me than I'm 'bout to cash in Got a Westside connection like Mack 10 My hittas can't wait till you lacking You get packed out shit get packed in I'm what's happening' you a has been Correction, you a never been Flying white dog, story never ends Niggas sell they soul to stay relevant Hol' up Who the fuck gave these niggas a room to speak Gon' end up six feet for feeling himself like Tweet Thinking it's sweet but niggas ain't safe if these streets Don't trust em' we dust 'em and all of my niggas prepared for the sweep Pack in the mail Serving them feigns I got what you need It's fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale Pack in the mail Serving feigns Got what you need Fresh off the scale They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in braille Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel Got art for sale

Paid cost to be the boss it was more like an investment They hate on your success but that shit I'm never stressing Accountant counting blessings, turning L's into lessons More styles than Harry, I can't move in one direction Someone call Zendaya, tell her I can be your Malcom Smoking Monagram got me higher than a falcon Thought they wanted smoke but they already knew the outcome Hiatus for a year I been working on my albums Been thinking onlygrams, that's an app for the trap Made more money putting niggas on than I made from rap Bitch I never left so don't be talking like I'm back Shoulda left that boy alone now look at you it's a wrap Shoulda left that boy alone now look at you it's a wrap Fuck I look like laid up with Herman Munster? Pussy smell like munster, keep your dick from out the dumpster Preying on drunk women after hours you a predator Hundred magazines get your issue I'm the editor Pillow talking with these hoes, leaking information Put pillows on they faces, apply pressure, suffocation At one point in time I thought I'd sue for defamation My reputations priceless so that's not a proper payment Messy bitches on the gram talk supporting women Turn around their favorite rapper out here sex offending Disrespect the dead, they don't do that where I'm at Once that shit home can't hold these country niggas back Choosy lover, can't fuck with no rubber, word to Chad Leak a song with Lil Baby now that bitch claim I'm the dad Drop the tape on Friday since I'm taking out the trash Got a text from my mama told me, this too shall pass G Class, stained glass, bible on the dash Using children for a check? that's now how you chase the bag Judge entertaining bogus cases cause he racist Clown shit, Harley Quinn vibes bitch you basic And this that God flow This that God flow, that Ja flow, I'm on my grizzly I'm Pablo, Picasso, the new Divinci Investigator spin the block again he gon' get Swiss cheesed Don't tempt me, you missed me, I'm in your head, rent free If it's up then it's up, when you see me better duck Fuck around with fuckarounds fuck around and get fucked Fuck around with fuckarounds fuck around and get fucked Man enough is enough saved the rest for the deluxe Hol' up