OBEY The Kidd - Road Runnin

Ugh
Whats the word?
Think about me getting the bag,
Yessir
Think about me buying a strap, n feeling heard
Thinking if my time equals money then what's it worth?
Yeah think about myself and these bitches is getting hurt
Think about my family struggling out the mud
No hugs, thinking im solo for life
But all these thoughts could be profit if i could just do it right
All black suit like a crow im moving fly
Yeah im always driving high
And im whippin like i wanna die,
But i dont so im grippin on this 45
Road runner status moving faster than that other guy
Been alone for a long time
But i did it on my own
Never ever taking loans
Droppin drugs up on the low
Had to stay up on my toes
Spending time out on the road
Had to make my money cloan
Now i'm always flexin
How im all up in my bag? balenciaga leather
Told you least around right here ill be the biggest stepper
But back then i had some days like damn i used to struggle
So i'm staying on my lonely just to keep my humble
Yeah i'm staying on my lonely and im getting hungry
And its eat or you get ate when you up in this jungle
Doing better for fam i gotta get this money
Nothing like these other rappers i cant start to fumble
Like your group up in the mud and i cant stay
I just stay unsatisfied with all this pain
Ive gotta get the bag, ive gotta do it fast dont hesitate ive gotta get the bag
Im giving migraines told you i aint like him
Told you i could fight n like boy you better face yo fears
Cause im the right one
Driving with no lights on
Speeding with gat think you pussys better check yo rear
Cause i'm in second gear and zoomin past your fuckin lexus
I put the petal to the metal im not stutter stepping
I don't like dating detectives so just dont ask me questions
I don't need a little wesson i'm a lethal weapon
They caught me lacking one time but i'll still never chill
I had to make a tape real quick to show you i'm for real
I gotta go back to the street n make another sale
Before i graduate just hoping i don't get expelled
I know she wants me even more but i just want this money
So don't you act depressed you little bitch you didn't love me
I know you want this dick but id break through your lil tummy
So don't be teasing all the time cause i'm not fucking horny
But i might give it to the bitch cause she don't look from earth
I can't believe i dropped a rack it finally didn't hurt
So then i had to do it twice like two days in a row
I keep on stacking these ones to hold em in a roll
Bitch i got money on my mind yeah that's the fucking word
Yessir i told i be counting like a fucking nerd
I think a lot about me strapin up n feeling heard
I think a lot about my time and how much that shits worth
When i be rollin through the city i gotta do it fast
Unless i'm pulling in the 2nd n put in sixty cash
Cause wasting gas just ain't as bad as wasting all my time
I think i'm flying whiling grinding out 3 on the dash

Written by:
Alan Macias

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