YKB Kwam - Run It Back

Been to jail once
I ain't neva goin' Back
Lil nigga keep talkin
I can get ya homie whack
Runnin thru these damn Ps
Like a Nigga running track
After you hear this damn song
You gon have to run it Back
20 thousand on my neck
And I ain't neva sold crack
Runnin thru these damn bands
Ohh Usain you met ya match
Chasing after this damn paper
Like a nigga playing tag
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo
Time for all you rats to get whack
Yeah I'm paper chasing fast
Bitch I'm speed racing
Got 200 on da dash
On my way to Vegas
Grab a fronto, roll it fat
Look like Keisha baby
Smoking good weed, buying woods by the cases
Yeah my money long need a counter
Just to face it
Smokin that exotik weed
Smell in da air
You can taste it
I'll erase a goof ass nigga
Control Alt Del that baby
Yeah don't play with me
My team
Yeah they evil as satan
Pullin up in foreign whips
Yeah we Martians baby
Riding around in exotik cars
4 pockets full
Lil Baby
Don't worry bout the aftermath
I'll gun you down
Like Shady
That's a dirty Bitch
Play around
You'll get rabies
Been to jail once
I ain't neva going Back
Lil nigga keep talking
I can get ya homie whack
Running thru these damn Ps
Like a Nigga running track
After you hear this damn song
You gon have to run it Back
20 thousand on my neck
And I ain't neva sold crack
Running thru these damn bands
Ohh Usain you met ya match
Chasing after this damn paper
Like a nigga playing tag
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo
Time for all you rats to get whack
Tough times make you a soldier
Hard times make you a King, yeah

Written by:
Kwame Agyei

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