Run It Up (Intro)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah I just wanna make a mil I just wanna touch the ceiling I just wanna run it up F*ck nigga get out your feelings F*ck nigga get out your feelings I’m tired of worrying about problems Rent due, no food A young just nigga tryna have options Looking at all of my wins And balancing them will all of my losses Took all the precautions Late nights through the daylight Bags under my eyes But I ain’t shopping But look at me now And see how it’s change I hit the stage The crowd say my name Been through the storm I been through the pain But brighter days come after the rain Sun shining Brighter than muzzles When guns firing Came a long way From bus riding I fought for mine And you witnessed a part of my uprising I just wanna make a mil I’m just tryna touch the ceiling I’m just tryna run it up F*ck nigga get out your feeling F*ck nigga get out your feelings