RUN WITH IT

Lemme break it down Grew up in a fucked up neighbourhood No hope crackheads all around All the youngins was running the town These days about dough Back then I was running from cops I had no Vision I worrying about hoes Had no money I was borrowing clothes Now I'm on biz for real Too independent I do this shit on my own I don't need no deal Ya can't be fake when this shit gets real Up late just Trynna stack some mills Don't get caught lacking Ain't all about rapping I know some who bros got kills I know some bros still up in the fields I know some bros up stuck in a pen I don't plan on going but my head gets hot So shit it depends Confess my sins Like Should I repent Lord protect my bros and my fam Sure trynna do as much as I can Remember when I had no path or no plan Never surrender gotta be the man Gotta watch for fakes Noshit yeah I got some old friends That left come back try to eat off my plate Stabbed in the back but smile in your face F*ck that show kindness shit And they mug that want beef pulll we gone Run that talk about this that they cap I know that they never done that Aye I get the bag and I run with it They get the bag and they fumble it Started with one than I double it Imma run with it I get the bag and I run with it they get the bag and they fumble it At the end of the day you could have All the fame but it don't come with pay This shit doesn't come for free Too many nights that I went OT Can't lie got ptsd But I know couple others that got it from me I got my brothers they always got me Ride for each other but dont get it twisted I could get turn wicked if they try to switch Get stitched cut them out the picture This jealousy shit is curse rare to have People wanna see you win When I get laid down in a hurse I don't wanna see them cry or winge My life is truly a movie You'd think that it'd be on Stan or binge Either got my back or you dont Cause man I can't stand An uncertain bridge The shit that you seeing on tv Come round here see it in 3D Free me from all these chains Never turned my back get rich And still be the same Shame to my old friends That soon turned snakes fakes Man I make money and I got many ways No Curtis Jackson I got many men trynna put me in a grave This shit that I spit isn't made up Non fiction it's all true story These guys are like girls with makeup Quit the bitchin cause it all just bores me How can you say that you want this When you haven't done anything to go get it Tellin em all that I got this I'm for long run you can all go bet this Aye I get the bag and I run with it They get the bag and they fumble it Started with one than I double it Imma run with it I get the bag and I run with it they get the bag and they fumble it At the end of the day you could have All the fame but it don't come with pay