C.Z.O - The Run Off

Fuck you want us to do
What you expect
As a little kid and watching moms struggle too young to understand
Brothers taught me how to be a man
Looked up to them dealers
At the end of the day we all knew that we had to go it be prolific
But still we all had flaws
Grew up middle finger to the laws
My nigga we grew up to survival that's all
Little niggas you couldn't tell nothing at all
Hand me downs from tshirts to the drawls
Just some young niggas that wanted to ball
Odds against us couldn't afford nothing in malls but fuck it
Keep it moving
Hold on my nigga we get it we grown now
No time for games they aim for the the brains my conscious keep telling me calm down
They always told me never trust these niggas or bitches I figured they all clowns
They been trying to box us in gotta keep em from our rounds Yay Yay
Came from nothing literally
We had nothing to give
We barely had anything for ourselves
Man we ain't never had shit
Being broke done turned me too savage
I gotta go get it them niggas ain't wit us fuck living a life thats average
I ain't the type a nigga to pretend to flex or pretend to have it or chase a bad bitch
We was sad broke tranna get mad rich
Hold on my niggas make moves
Yeah It's time we elevate
Tell them niggas play it cool
Cause them niggas is featherweight
Momma like you see the news
Yeah the city is hella crazy
Shuttlesworth meet us on moon they can't do what we do
Keeping the glizzy the tool
Yea that's for safety
Yeah it's some hope we don't make it
Balling on niggas it's make it take it
Brodie told me gotta keep it on daily
One call they look like the navy
No if ands buts or maybe
Momma just tranna keep her babies she'll go crazy yeah
It go fuck the ops and every nigga that's tranna oppose us
They thinking we playing them games but niggas ain't playing no games it's over
C'zo been surfing surfing surfing C'zo and please don't act like you know me
The 40 be on me don't care if you know the homie watch who you approaching
Yea
Back in the day we thought we get old and pledge to the streets
Niggas got quotas to meet
Grew up around with niggas had felonies and with the OG's
The streets will turn you to a bitch or a beast
Bitches that's dying to meet
Niggas at war and they die with the piece
Dreams is woke niggas is dying to sleep
Keep it 100 no lying to me
I'm talking bout money we get in
I'm talking bout niggas I knew was doing breaking and entering way before breaking and entering
Count it up count it up then we just spend again
Kill em all we look at us like villains
Not just your regular civilian
Top dog sound more settling fuck just being a middle man
Had they head start and they knew it
Had they lil chance and they blew it
Niggas sound heavily influenced
Niggas don't come with they own style
I needed that money like right now
We on a come and they like how
They didn't know I bet the my ass know now
Camp

Written by:
Cory Gladney

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