Run

Yeah, I came from the bottom, now I'm risin' up, Countin' all this paper, got my mind on the bucks. Street life taught me lessons, ain't no time for the weak, Keep it real, stay solid, that's the code that we keep. cin't no love in these streets, just a hustle and grind, Lost some real ones to the game, got 'em stuck in my mind. Heart cold like December, but I shine like the sun, 21 ways to survive, and I'm still on the run. Enemies lurkin' in shadows, but I'm ready to ride, Trust is hard to come by, but I keep it inside. From the block to the booth, yeah, I'm spittin' the truth, Savage with the flow, you know I'm bulletproof.