M1c - 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
Fuck nigga get out your feelings
Fuck 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
Fuck nigga get out your feeling
Fuck nigga get out your feelings

Written by:
Howard Lawson

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