Run Rap

I used to be 34 Steezy Steppin' my shoes you get dirty floor's easy Cuz I've been steppin' through all the dirt God gives me Let him show you what his head do Second summer in this bedroom and it's filled with emotions Breakin' my back for tracks that won't even blow It's fuckin' sad I pour my whole life into this shit for nothin back, but, f*ck it In a few years I'll be runnin' rap, don't touch me I'm a young balla' f*ck runnin' back to the streets If money talks, does money rap, shit Money does a lot of things for a lot of people Look up to the rich folks and how it made them evil They profit off your struggle and say it's just a fee though But f*ck that, put yourself in my shoes and show me how to run rap Everything you try do, I probably already done that Promise you I'll try lose and make a better comeback Demolish you like hi-chews and leave you in the dump (ha) I don't even try to, like I said I run rap, come up with a nice tune And don't ever bump that, I won't ever fight you I'm kiddin', told conz the other day I'm a stone cold killer, I don't know no better I don't hold no cheddar for any of you rats pocket watchin I'm still broke with a lot of projects I don't got nothin' but the goal to be honest F*ck mainstream, what's goin' platinum if you already lost it Go ahead and keep the butter cause the bread is all I wanted Demons in this blunt got me stuck on this topic These kids are my sons and I'm tired of adoptin They said, just let them take it over I'ma kill the whole game, this a premeditated murder Starved since a young age, I fiend for nothin' but one more verse So much lyrics in my dumb brain, my mind is like a hoarder Pull up with the whole game, I been servin' hella orders I been smokin' on that propane, it makes my heart feel colder Call this some pro-pain, I keep myself in order I can say I hold hate, but f*ck that Put yourself in my shoes and show me how to run rap Everything you try to, I probably already done that Promise you I'll try to lose and make a better comeback Demolish you like I choose and leave you in the dump I don't even try to, like I said I run rap, come up with a nice tune And don't ever bump that, say you like what I do All my people love that, I could be a nice dude Just don't be ignorant, pour my pain into the music and it's fiction I'm earphones blastin' cause nobody listenin My bedroom is a studio, I guess I'm livin' in my dream I think about the shit in my sleep What's rest to a person like me I work so much, man, I really fight sleep What's rest to a person like me I work so much, man, I really fight sleep What's rest to a person like me I work so much, man, I really f*ck sleep What's rest to a person like me I work so much, man, I really f*ck sleep What's rest to a person like me