Road Runnin

Ugh Whats the word? Think about me getting the bag, Yessir Think about me buying a strap, n feeling heard Thinking if my time equals money then what's it worth? Yeah think about myself and these bitches is getting hurt Think about my family struggling out the mud No hugs, thinking im solo for life But all these thoughts could be profit if i could just do it right All black suit like a crow im moving fly Yeah im always driving high And im whippin like i wanna die, But i dont so im grippin on this 45 Road runner status moving faster than that other guy Been alone for a long time But i did it on my own Never ever taking loans Droppin drugs up on the low Had to stay up on my toes Spending time out on the road Had to make my money cloan Now i'm always flexin How im all up in my bag? balenciaga leather Told you least around right here ill be the biggest stepper But back then i had some days like damn i used to struggle So i'm staying on my lonely just to keep my humble Yeah i'm staying on my lonely and im getting hungry And its eat or you get ate when you up in this jungle Doing better for fam i gotta get this money Nothing like these other rappers i cant start to fumble Like your group up in the mud and i cant stay I just stay unsatisfied with all this pain Ive gotta get the bag, ive gotta do it fast dont hesitate ive gotta get the bag Im giving migraines told you i aint like him Told you i could fight n like boy you better face yo fears Cause im the right one Driving with no lights on Speeding with gat think you pussys better check yo rear Cause i'm in second gear and zoomin past your fuckin lexus I put the petal to the metal im not stutter stepping I don't like dating detectives so just dont ask me questions I don't need a little wesson i'm a lethal weapon They caught me lacking one time but i'll still never chill I had to make a tape real quick to show you i'm for real I gotta go back to the street n make another sale Before i graduate just hoping i don't get expelled I know she wants me even more but i just want this money So don't you act depressed you little bitch you didn't love me I know you want this dick but id break through your lil tummy So don't be teasing all the time cause i'm not fucking horny But i might give it to the bitch cause she don't look from earth I can't believe i dropped a rack it finally didn't hurt So then i had to do it twice like two days in a row I keep on stacking these ones to hold em in a roll Bitch i got money on my mind yeah that's the fucking word Yessir i told i be counting like a fucking nerd I think a lot about me strapin up n feeling heard I think a lot about my time and how much that shits worth When i be rollin through the city i gotta do it fast Unless i'm pulling in the 2nd n put in sixty cash Cause wasting gas just ain't as bad as wasting all my time I think i'm flying whiling grinding out 3 on the dash