| Yeah |
| Hey |
| I run it up 'til I’m out of breath, no lie |
| Flooded up, diamonds in the face, sore eyes |
| Sometimes I get high and you start to race my mind |
| Shawty, let’s get connected, yeah, private plane Wi-Fi |
| Know a lot of niggas giving you the run 'round |
| I was used to bein' down but we up now |
| Brooklyn nigga, I was juggin' in my uptowns |
| Where I’m from, a lot of sirens and them gun sounds |
| Blue faces on me, that lil' bitch a bust down |
| You won’t see me unless it’s about some bust now |
| Gotta keep it with me, nigga, that’s a must now |
| Shit get sticky, nigga, I can’t let the |
| I took down some obstacles up in the streets |
| I get as high as possible, no for this week |
| Used to think this shit impossible, it’s just a dream |
| We gon' do whatever’s possible to get the green |
| They was doubtin' me, I gotta give 'em hell |
| And my Brodie still be gettin' packs up in the mail |
| We gon' run it up until we tear our ACL |
| And I know they hated but I gotta wish 'em well |
| I’ve just put the work in, pray to God we never fail |
| Federal indictments, they caught Brodie with them cells |
| Federal time, I’m thinkin' 'bout Tango in that cell |
| Lot of situations but my niggas never tell |
| You not a real hustler, you can’t get it by yourself |
| You say that’s your brother, you ain’t put up for his bail |
| Took a few losses but we got trophies on the shelf |
| Smokin' |
| and that water on me Michael Phelps (Ayy) |
| We could show you how to get a bag if you need help |
| I was broke, I gotta flex, like I just won the bell |
| Swear these bitches poison, man, they bad for my health |
| Watch out when you get some money, they don’t want nobody else |
| Run it up 'til I’m out of breath, no lie |
| Flooded up, diamonds in the face, sore eyes |
| Sometimes I get high and you start to race my mind |
| Shawty, let’s get connected, yeah, private plane Wi-Fi |
| Know a lot of niggas giving you the run 'round |
| I was used to bein' down but we up now |
| Brooklyn nigga, I was juggin' in my uptowns |
| Where I’m from, a lot of sirens and them gun sounds |
| Where I’m from, they ain’t gon' never put them guns down |
| These niggas slimy, so my shooters sendin' slugs out |
| We was young and we was broke but we got buffs now |
| Told the game we goin' up soon as we touchdown |
| Let’s ball out every season |
| 'Cause the streets cold, so it made us all anemic |
| Free throw, now we make it look so easy |
| But my roof missin', have you seen it? |
| Too blessed, but I’m ridin' in that Demon |
| I’ma do the dash up on the freeway |
| I remember shoppin' off of eBay |
| They say we the hottest out of BK |
| You my junior, boy, you ain’t gettin' no cheesecake |
| Money slow, I had to make it do the speed race |
| Still with my brothers and we rockin' out, no Green Bay |
| My shooters told me anybody could get erased |
| So I feel bad for anybody who in the way |
| Let them hate, let 'em make they assumptions |
| If I say you my brother, then I won’t change for nothin' |
| So when we argue, that shit ain’t 'bout nothin' |
| I run it up 'til I’m out of breath, no lie |
| Flooded up, diamonds in the face, sore eyes |
| Sometimes I get high and you start to race my mind |
| Shawty, let’s get connected, yeah, private plane Wi-Fi |
| Know a lot of niggas giving you the run 'round |
| I was used to bein' down but we up now |
| Brooklyn nigga, I was juggin' in my uptowns |
| Where I’m from, a lot of sirens and them gun sounds |