Randy P - Runnin' (feat. Kwest Markz)

Started running to the other siiiidddeeee
The grass is greener when it ain't around me
Ugh
Tried to tell me I could never flllyyyyyy
I'm up so high that ain't shit around me
Ugh
So get your money lil nigga
Pockets stay swole
Know this hoodie still fit cha
Couldn't get far cuz the hood is still witcha
Run if you can
Know the hood'll still getcha
Ugh
Started running to the other siiiidddeeee
The grass is greener when it ain't around me
Ugh
Tried to tell me I could never flllyyyyyy
I'm up so high that ain't shit around me
Ugh
So get your money lil nigga
Pockets stay swole
Know this hoodie still fit cha
Couldn't get far cuz the hood is still witcha
Run if you can
Know the hood'll still getcha
Ugh
This a tragedy yo
You see I couldn't get my masters so I mastered these flows
Couldn't work a 9 to 5 so I just had to get dough
Can't take no more
Go for broke till police tap on my door
Lord knows
Coke dealers
Living life by the trigger
In the streets you by yourself, ain't no one fighting for your interests
They fighting for your business,
They don't care if I don't get rich
I'm just another hoodie left bloody so fuck these niggas
This is God given music
Trust me, I know you went through it
You work so hard to get up out but then yo kids do it
And now they out pushing packs by the ounce
Learned it all from in yo house
Feel the beat
Fuckin bounce
This is God given
Hard living
Mixed down with hard liquor
My nigga, that weight you pushing got your heart skipping
And now the nigga from the set done got a gun
Said the hoodie you been slanging in's now mine
You better fucking run
Get em
Started running to the other siiiidddeeee
The grass is greener when it ain't around me
Tried to tell me I could never flllyyyyyy
I'm up so high that ain't shit around me
Get your money lil nigga
Pockets stay swole
Know this hoodie still fit cha
Couldn't get far cuz the hood is still witcha
Run if you can
Know the hood'll still getcha
Started running to the other siiiidddeeee
The grass is greener when it ain't around me
Ugh
Tried to tell me I could never flllyyyyyy
I'm up so high that ain't shit around me
Ugh
So get your money lil nigga
Pockets stay swole
Know this hoodie still fit cha
Couldn't get far cuz the hood is still witcha
Run if you can
Know the hood'll still getcha
Ugh
I been running from my own demons
Yep
Yea
Losing patience boy i gotta blow
I been running for my own reasons
Yep
Got me drinking thinkng nigga but I gotta know
I gotta know, in 94
Grand papi died on the couch seeing breathing slow
I remember that momma cried sitting on the floor
They was looking for my daddy police banging at the door
Tell me what you know about the whole setup when you want your own cheddar
When you want them bad bitches but your bitch can do you better
When you wanna be a king n you got yourself Coretta
And she offer you the world what you scared of, Uh, look in the mirror, uh
And Tell a nigga what you see right
Wanna fly but its better if I never do
Then she told me you don't know if you don't never try
Yea, That I could fly if I wanted to
Was 22, I was in the loop my nigga
I was chasing dreams running from myself my nigga
I was running from my problems what to do i figured
That I run the game better than the PS nigga
This is heaven sent, plan on flying higher than I ever been
Crabs in the bucket this is Maryland
Know that type of thinking in this region is imperative
And if you know of it then them niggas try to run yo shyt, why you been

Written by:
randen butler, ronald wallace

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