Loque' X BandoMisfits - Wrld Run (feat. Remi Trxll, Don Tavo & Huncho Foe)

Yeah
I'm running the world I'm one in a mil
Yeah
I hope on the track it's only to kill
Yeah
My foot on they neck, they wanting to squeal
Yeah
But I can't let up
(Let up let up)
I been going through it man, I'm trynna keep my head up
Pockets on E gotta get that bread up
My only therapy is writing these letters
I gotta bring lil mama cheese, family need that cheddar
I have no pot
I have no pan
I have nothing but my faith on to stand
I be trying not to get got by greed
But honestly my babygirl need them bands
I need a band
I need the green
Got them freaky bitches all in my jeans
Grind hard Memphis Grizzlies my team
Grit and grind until my vision's pristine
Popping bottles with some models
Got u hotter make it hotter
Need these drugs to help me take away the pain
This city got me falling to bottom
Of my mind I like it darker
Need this money baby ain’t nothing gone change
Nah ain't nothing gone change
Can't swerve in different lanes
Got money on my brain
I feel like Little Wayne
These rappers be xannied out trynna flush out all the pain
I got some partners who weren't quick to flush it down the drain
Dang
Yeah
I'm running the world I'm one in a mil
Yeah
I hope on the track it's only to kill
Yeah
My foot on they neck, they wanting to squeal
Yeah
But I can't let up
(Let up let up)
I been going through it man, I'm trynna keep my head up
Pockets on E gotta get that bread up
My only therapy is writing these letters
Gotta bring lil mama cheese, family need that cheddar
I been stacking up my bread
Money on my mind
I can't waste no time
No no
No I been on my grind
I been feeling fine fasho
I told myself that I promise that I'm gone shine and blow
I made my mind up
For this I signed up
I can't pick my line up
I think I need a line up
They crossed me up but I didn't fall
I just knew I was gone ball
I got my back against the wall
Standing ten toes
You know
I got four hoes that love Huncho
Uh Yeah
Vagabond Que'
Had to unlock the lost chattle in me
I ain't even have the bag on me
I been feeling really bad homie
I had to rip on a verse
Yeah
I had to let go my hurt
Yeah
I had to talk to my daughter
My father told me "show the world your worth"
Yeah
Yeah
I'm running the world I'm one in a mil
Yeah
I hope on the track it's only to kill
Yeah
My foot on they neck, they wanting to squeal
Yeah
But I can't let up
(Let up let up)
I been going through it man, I'm trynna keep my head up
Pockets on E gotta get that bread up
My only therapy is writing these letters
I gotta bring lil mama cheese, family need that cheddar

Written by:
DeAngelo Walker, John Swain, Micah Thompson, Tavion Carpenter, Tavion Verser

Publisher:
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