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