RUNN!N MAN

Bitch I'm the runner man, instrumental blues no drummer man She say that she a fan, shit coincidence, but I been the man I came out with a plan, I'm outside in a van Peanut butter with the jam, I feel like Uncle Sam Kill a cow like a lamb, it feel like a scam Drink it out from the can, I'm so glad he ran In the sky not the land, I got a helping hand Sink too quick in the sand, I build where I stand Shit is too real, I deal with all my zombies Told me bout the girls but they talking bout Barbie I talk all my shit like it's really a hobby When I drop I know these niggas can't wait to copy Sorry not sorry, I'm from the safari, dial up the army we having a party I'm too hardy just like that Nigga Ghandi When I game I think of this shit like I'm Scotty You should of guessed I was gonna be that nigga Pocket full of mud, bank account got figures You thought I wouldn't be topping but I figured Don't care what I lose coz I got more to gain You're playing away but you don't know the game Why these nigga acting like they insane Instead of toppy rather she give me brain I've never made anything that sound the same I heard these bitches talk too much I've never made anything that sound the same Real street nigga in the cut I've never made anything that sound the same Time to spare now I'm on go I've never made anything that sound the same Your bitch bought a ticket saw her front row I've never made anything that sound the same