Run Down (feat. Kutthroat Ronn & Mg Rokco)

Aye, nigga Swear to god, look Spin the block we gone hop out and blam Shit im focused on knockin’ em down, It aint easy tho’ f*ck around make the wrong move and get them people on Tryna stick to the grind just hit me for what you need and want Lil mama tryna hit my line when she need the stroke Lil baby I aint tryna f*ck you I just need the dough Suckas hate, prolly cause they potna on a T-shirt No dummy on these songs uh never tell you who we hurt Big blunts tryna cover the pain My potna switched, shit I forgive but I wont trust ‘em the same If you aint never struggled we dont come from the same Niggas was tryna eat shit we was hungry most of them days I was by myself when i made most of them plays I dont know who gone fold on me in that jam nigga Pops died before he left he tried to slam niggas They just got the upper hand Suckas got me, i wont let nobody get the ups again So i rock with my brothers f*ck a mothafuckin friend Told my babies that i got ‘em till the mothafuckin end Deal with shit like a man and take everything on the chin Spin the block we gone hop out and blam And i been tryna stack my spread while postin’ on the gram In a drug war, had to bury my best friend End up in the same position, stackin’ more than I spend In the end man these niggas really motor mouth I just do my own thing, you can gone and count me out Fake coughin’ at the doctor visit for a money oz Free my big cuddy, still fightin’, took his case to trial Tryna mimic my still but i ain’t goin’ for it My boy hit me, got a bell, like what you want for it I got these bitches hooked I dont even need a chorus Gettin’ to the bread, kinda remind me of these jordan 4s Run forest when ya potnas see this chop Niggas hittin’ my line askin’ me when ima drop I aint ever changin’ cant be somethin’ that im not Tweakin’ with the music fuckin off with my cuddy dott In the corner easy, drive, pass to assist It aint easy tho’ but shit it is what it is Tryna get my act together since I had lil sis Knocked out the bid, fat shout my cuddy kid Me and bro stay together like martin and tommy Fendi’s with the pennies or Christian Louis Versace They say they with me but I dont know who really got me Im rockin’ by my lonely, hate these niggas, ima nazi Stay smokin’ on gas pack Tell me where you at just hit my line if you need that Yo block, yo section, neighborhood yea im bleedin’ that Niggas talk alot of gangsta shit, i never seen it happen Some niggas get on the net and do alot of rappin’ Niggas aint active they aint really makin’ nothin’ happen Less fortunate livin’ I swear to god this shit is tragic Im still chasin’ chicken cause a nigga gotta have it You say you got some money for me, on the way to grab it Now i stack it up, I remember I had problems stackin’ I was livin’ real triflin’ I was livin’ nasty Back in the days man you really couldn't put nothin’ past me