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Ya homie just died, Didn't nobody ride, Ya hoes 40 on my waist, Not talkin' bout the size of my clothes, The streets they got hot, So, I had decide to get low, Man fuck what you talkin' bout I'm a just grind, and get dough Been runnin' this check up Still never ran in my life Them people ain't playing man Get you a plan, or get life I sleep when I can, I'm a see if I can tonight I'm filling a liter with 2 minds, and a can of sprite Fuck you mean, my ways been gettin' handled off-site, And now they hand me 10 racks fore they hand me the mic Grind hard muthafucka, grind hard Grind hard muthafucka Nah, there ain't no if and or mights Your runnin' Mama crazy, just stop Always runnin' shit hot I used to wanna run Hip-Hop Can't run from no police, might get shot Runnin' up the check, around the clock Runnin' up the check, around the clock Runnin' up the check, around the clock SongtexteRunnin' up the check, I can't stop No license, ridin' dirty Plus hes speeding with the bad tags Got this bomb like It's Baghdad, And a strap cause It's that bad, Go to war bout nothin' consequences, Repercussoins secondary Beef we don't discuss it, When them folks said flush it (flush it), fuck it (fuck it), Yeah Ion't want for but locked up I can't make nothin' I get it back, says the law of attraction Y'all niggas acting, And we all bout dat action Yeah, shout out to my dawg, They ball with' my advance, When I'm in the lessons I bought, I do not blame that man Fucked up a lot of money when I was hangin' with Pacman Heard niggas had some cheese on my head, I ain't a Packers fan Your runnin' Mama crazy, just stop Always runnin' shit hot I used to wanna run Hip-Hop Can't run from no police, might get shot Runnin' up the check, around the clock Runnin' up the check, around the clock Runnin' up the check, around the clock Runnin' up the check, I can't stop Aus Songtexte Mania