Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Running Numbers, artist - Berner. Date of issue: 20.01.2022
Song language: English
Running Numbers |
| What? |
| New stamps in my passport |
| I always dream big but be careful what you asked for |
| 'Cause power got me naughty, I’m riding dirty 'cause I’m at war |
| Block with no serial, wrap the bitch with duct tape |
| Just slide to Hawaii, different level run rate (deep shit) |
| It’s hard to have faith with all this nonsense |
| All the back and forth been fucking with my conscience |
| Table full of convicts, three or four bosses |
| Boxes full of cash, take it home and wash this (wash this) |
| Crib in the hills now, even grab the lake house |
| Girls doing blow in the bathroom at the steakhouses |
| I bust all face down, used to ride the greyhound |
| I buy my own bus, I’m always out of state now |
| The city was my playground, shout to the dope fiends |
| That cleared the car windows when I visited with home team |
| Whole team got hundred on their left hand (left hand) |
| Blue beach in the cuts with the red sand (red sand) |
| Car service for the day cars what’s the plan |
| I step on hold blocks you barely touch the ground |
| Me and fam had it lit 400 summers |
| Real ones you ain’t taking nothing from us |
| On the blocks watching out for the undercover |
| God watching above us, we running out |
| Now we off to the races (races) |
| Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous |
| Now we off to the races (races) |
| Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous |
| Well I didn’t call you the adios, this is the God’s flow |
| Hopping up the Maybach, coping, working, nobody’s off |
| When I was broke having doubts, I had to tap it out |
| Work on the way just got the call, that the package out |
| Spent my last when I ain’t have it tryna kill the gang |
| You could never feel my pain, we ain’t built the same |
| Took a loss, had to find a new grind but never hate |
| 'Cause I knew I’d get mine in due time |
| Told my wife, «Forgive me I ain’t know who to love» |
| I was out moving drugs me and my Cuban plug |
| Real talks with killer’s, I never leaked a word |
| My little homie copper zippy tryna reach a bird (bird) |
| You coul hear the tires screeching through the city nice |
| Invest my money and flip it twice I did it right |
| No one to trust, I riding solo 'cause they all fake |
| I’m going out like the last scene in scar-face |
| Pacino riding dirty with a hundred pack |
| Put a couple point on top then I run it back |
| Move low key dog I stay to myself |
| I’m focused on equity and generational wealth, yeah (that's Gotti) |
| Me and fam had it lit 400 summers |
| Real ones you ain’t taking nothing from us |
| On the blocks watching out for the undercover |
| God watching above us, we running out |
| Now we off to the races (races) |
| Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous |
| Now we off to the races (races) |
| Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous |
| (I-I feel all baby) |