SirTakeOver and Lord Zookie - Run Down (feat. Starz Coleman)

Zookie, wake up! Zookie
Take it easy, Zookie
They run down till the sundown, where I'm from we, wake up to gun sounds
Been a force you can't touch, got me feeling like a ghost now

Yo, rushing don't matter, all my blockers like to see a touchdown
The money up, bust down, stay away from them clowns
I live my life on a daily, like it's gon' be my last day
Got regrets for nothing, I'ma be smiling til it's my last face

Pacing myself when I'm drinking, smoking on a wood
I'm too hood to be categorized as Hollywood
If I should, lose my breath before my eyes open
Just know, I seen it all except the U.S. Open

Every dollar you sin with keep the U.S. hoping
I hope ya don't think you're paying rent just for shelter
The Casa Migo's empty, I've been lushing, make me dizzy
I'ma stack every Benji, till a million plenty

They run down, till the sun down
Where I'm from we, wake up to gun sounds
Everybody got a gun now
You keep it old school, you get bucked down

Finger licking the competition
Y'all delicious, I ain't kidding
Remember days with no pot to piss in
Being figurative, we was broke

I applied so much pressure, I gave my family hope
And I sold my family dope
Call my auntie when the brick dropped
I can almost see the tip top

Kept it slapping like a flip flop
I'm in position the switch on the glizzy in your jurisdiction
I came to get busy
Who got the money

I got the money
And all of my stonies, I'm bringing the wit me a
Black man, I'm in Batman
I'm a dog, need a cat scan

Sick or not, watch me hit the shot
I'm Michael Jordan in the last dance
Feds trying to plant a bug on me
All the paper got blood on it

It ain't the cops, then it's your homie
I swear it's never been a dull moment
I still been whipping them oil bases
Making heaven, knowing hell awaits us

Told my youngin, when it's done, just make sure you pick up the shell cases
Snitched on is my only fear
I talk to mama cause I know she there
The streets made us all animals

In this cold world, I'm a polar bear
Gucci glasses give me better vision
Drop a bag, let the steppers hit em
I do it myself and walk up with a full automated mechanism

I'm from the field
If you on the ave, either kill, be killed
Ten toes till the day that I die
But for right now, I'ma keep selling these pills

Finger licking the competition
Y'all delicious
I ain't kidding
Remember days with no pot to piss in

Being figurative, we was broke
I applied so much pressure
I gave my family hope

Written by:
Alshawn Williams

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