Peja the Prince - Run Game One (feat. Chris Rivers & T.R.A.P. Mason)

I'm staring at the silver on screen
They say I'm goin gold in streets, yo well see
Runnin all this game like some crooked cop shit
GTA sound track vibes can't stop this
I'm rock shotty talkin to my shotty. Shotty sweet as my bitch
Remember the bad guy speech, I be true to the shit. You need me
Fuckers wanna be me. Now you All up on my platform none of y'all could see me
Track 15 - All Eyes On Me it's that shit
I stay dope u be living some pretend shit
I'm about a dollar, need some money fuck a friendship
Now u tryna holler cuz u see me doin this shit
Microfone fiend, like a 45 joint get lifted
Every 24 I run game, we're different
Whatever happen happened, got me thinkin bout a biscuit
Chase no box but a box full of chicken
2k Madden/Warzone is the business
Send the cashapp.. Bout to run another mission
Only And Only Son of Tony type of shit
I chase you round the couch then we call u a bitch.. Bitch
Everybody want fame for the same thing
All that money u be talkin translate hate
I aint feelin what they sayin, I be runnin game
I aint into what you saying I be runnin game
Everybody want the fame for the same thing
All that money you be talking translate hate
I aint feelin what they sayin, I be runnin game
I aint into what you saying I be runnin game
Yeah, I ain't just a master, chief
I'm more like Master Chief
Already knocked you out the park don't make me grab my cleats
Walkin masterpiece, walk to master peace
Some niggaz talk and talk, I was taught to match my speech
I run the game. Ca-piche. You say you wanna match but be brighter
Some people capcom but you are not a street fighter
The universe talks in ways you have to decipher
The Gods who put the snakes in your path I've seen em slither
My natural Call of Duty is to Warzones'
A walkin beast Among Us I am known to take the torsos
You don't got a healing potion you cannot afford those
Slippin in a vice city wishin you had more gold
It's foretold don't play wit me I'll get up in yo ex box
leave yo body twitchin downstream without the wet socks
Chris Rivers and Pe`ja, we walk and shift the bedrock
I control my world I will keep going if my flesh stops.. No response
Everybody want the fame for the same thing
All that money u be talkin translate hate
I aint feelin what they sayin, I be runnin game
I aint into what you sayin I be runnin game
Everybody want fame for the same thing
All that money u be talkin translate hate
I aint feelin what they sayin, I be runnin game
I aint into what you sayin I be runnin game
Big flips, small flips, In between all that
Leave nothin on the plate, whole crew get fat
Mobile phone call Peja, Peja Neva pick up
Wit all the fame, Coochie came
But they all fake cu*ts
Running game, Nothin new
My day go
Same as the day before
Meaning none a ya business
So ask nothing you snitch
Hard headed... brick-Run game
Since ever since
You playing but ain't fit
And talking, it ain't shit, I run game nigga!

Written by:
Christopher Rios Jr., Mikiyil Jeddi, Shaun Lynch

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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