Kings Chapo - RUN IT UP (feat. Mulah Marciano)

I'm high as shit right now
We smokin on runtz
I know some homies that'll really up a pole ya shit go splat
They know I really spit crack
One day ima be running up them rack's
I'ma keep rappin until a nigga cant no more i'ma put us on the map
Do you really got goons? is they really your brothers?
Do them do them niggas really watch ya back?
I know some homies that'll really up a pole ya shit go splat
They know i really spit crack
One day i'ma be running up them rack's
I'ma keep rappin until a nigga cant no more i'ma put us on the map
Do you really got goons? is they really your brothers?
Do them do them niggas really watch ya back?
Yeah
When you see my face you see Camille shopping for Momma don't got a limit
You see these muscles you see my father I had to grind be bout my buisness
My best friends, brother's and sister's fussing and fighting stay in a distance
Family reunions, boy I miss it
Mommom, Aunties boy I miss em
Fallen soldiers, boy I miss em
From above you see me glistening
Wish I could reach you, touch you, get a hug, still feel those times again
Nigga really need some love; how come good times always gotta end
Mulah can't waste no time, I buy a watch but still no time to lend
Man dem chatting my line, I buss some traps where go those hours went
Front, left, right, behind, head on a swivel; watch fo opposite
Get to know the ones you rocking with
Boul finna make me cock the smith
All my homies militant
Marciano in this bitch
I know some homies that'll really up a pole ya shit go splat
They know i really spit crack
One day ima be running up them rack's
I'ma keep rappin until a nigga cant no more i'ma put us on the map
Do you really got goons? is they really your brothers?
Do them do them niggas really watch ya back?
I know some homies that'll really up a pole ya shit go splat
They know I really spit crack
One day i'ma be running up them rack's
I'ma keep rappin until a nigga cant no more I'm a put us on the map
Do you really got goons? is they really your brothers? do them do them niggas really watch ya back?
Where I'm from you gone need a strap
Snakes shed they skin when they attack
Watch out for them rats, when you go on a mission if he told then he gettin whacked
I told my mom we from the hood, when I make it we ain't coming back
I'm smoking purple in my wood, you busy smoking on some plat
How can you play me I look down on you niggas
Ima keep rappin when I make me a million
I get money I don't do what you for a living
Hit the beat like a bong, so you know that I ripped it
I just gave her the dick and now she keep tripping
All the shit that you did, a nigga been did it
These niggas be hating off jealousy
Why you lying you ain't who you wanna be
I roll up the gas and I light it up
Boy you don't really get high as us
I know some homies that'll really up a pole ya shit go splat
They know i really spit crack
One day ima be running up them rack's
I'ma keep rappin until a nigga cant no more i'ma put us on the map
Do you really got goons? is they really your brothers?
Do them do them niggas really watch ya back?

Written by:
Kingsley Nnakura, Niquel Word

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