Lil Xeem - Runnin

Runnin' to the racks, you know I'm runnin' to the bag
Ain't believe me when I said that I would find my success
Lil boy don't act friendly, you already lost my respect
If you don't like me, that's fine, I wasn't expecting nothing less
And I'm always grinding, never got no time to rest
I ain't never stopping 'til I'm considered one of the best
If you claim that you a opp, you get shot up, that's what you get
What's the point in shooting if you know he already dead
Pull up in a Lambo, know it's pedal to the floor
Put a hollow in ya head, turn you to a Cheerio
I just popped out for a show, no you can't get in it hoe
Boy don't make me up the pole and end it on the wrong note
Get up out my trap house, y'all just wanna act now
If you wasn't here last year, just get out now
All my bills come in black and white like I'm a cash cow
Hoes ain't want me last year, they attracted to the stacks now
Y'all done made me mad now, I'm all in my bag now
Y'all won't understand now, pull up and I cash out
Looking for no hand-out, she know how to act now
Finna blow her back out, right until she pass out
You know that my flow is immaculate, (No cap)
Say you pull up, but you won't drop the addy, (Aye)
No calming the flame, you know that we keep it lit
Not in a gang, but I could still hit a lick
Hop in the 'Rari and there ain't no key in it, (It's lit)
Said he want smoke, but he really don't mean that shit
After the fact, it's gon' be R.I.P. to him, (No cap)
Killin' this beat, cook it up and I'm eatin' it
Aye, I be spittin' bars on bars on bars, (No cap)
Started from the bottom, now I got cars on cars on cars, (It's lit)
But I only like the one that got the roof with all the stars
I remember how I used to struggle, now I'm livin' large
Pop out for a show and then go coolin' with the crowd, (Yeah)
Rockin' with the gang, you could catch us rollin' loud
Why so loud? Shh shh, bitch be quiet, don't make a sound
It's some people who see the money and then finally come around
Only held me down when you wanted me to drown
Now I'm floating cuz I made myself a name out the ground
I done made it out the mud, put some bands in my account
I don't keep track of the bills, I just count it by the pound
Runnin' to the racks, you know I'm runnin' to the bag
Ain't believe me when I said that I would find my success
Lil boy don't act friendly, you already lost my respect
If you don't like me, that's fine, I wasn't expecting nothing less
And I'm always grinding, never got no time to rest
I ain't never stopping 'til I'm considered one of the best
If you claim that you a opp, you get shot up, that's what you get
What's the point in shooting if you know he already dead

Written by:
Lil Xeem

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