Run With It Lyrics

I ain't make a song in like a month, fuck it, slide the beat

Shout out to that nigga Dxrt3all he inspired me

Where the drink heads at? Pour a four a lean

I don't think I'd ever sip no lean

But if you do that shit, that's fine with me

Just don't use it for excuses, shit don't fly with me

Used to be a troublemaker, till I switched my path

Shawty she from Jamaica, man, them bitches bad

Niggas try to give me game, and I give it back

Sitting here like, fuck the fame, I just want the bag

But that shit gon' come with it

I just hit a lick on the rap game

Now I gotta run with it

Talking down on my name

Boy, you gotta love, niggas

Had to let the beat ride while I sit and think

She said pull up to her site, we gon' fucking link

I been leaning to the side like I'm sipping pink

Whole time, niggas just be tired, I don't sleep a wink

Got these bags under my eyes, still gon' pack them up

Jit gon' win a Golden Globe, how he acting up

Told him what it is, now that nigga backing up

Peep the cappin shit, when enough gon' be enough?

I just wanna be home some days, yeah, that's word to Knucks

Not from Detroit, but these niggas still on burger time to us

Beat the beat up, got these niggas saying, what the fuck

Pick your feet up!

We all know how you be stepping, bruh

Ay I think y'all had enough

Like I just made it to the telly, yeah, I'm gon' be headed up

There's never shit that you could tell me, cause I really don't give no fuck

No, really, I don't have enough