| Yo know yo boy Crae runnin for the prize I’m gunnin.
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| The one that won’t rust or break all of a sudden
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| The Holy Spirit gotcho boy doin a dozen
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| Pushup Pushp, come on work it out cousin
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| I run from the flesh, it be tryin to ride
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| and I’m done with livin to get drunk and high.
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| I’m a son of El Shaddhai, the Most High
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| Who most def. |
| want me to do more than get by.
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| I look in the sky and I’m sole inspired
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| To sprint for a God who’s my soul’s desire
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| My soul’s desire to run for Jesus
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| And give him all the credit like I run for Visa
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| I’m done with pieces. |
| I found my dimes.
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| I run to the wife that the Lord provided.
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| And we’ve decided that we would run together
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| For God’s glory alone, homey, we ain’t lyin.
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| I run to the Word because my soul is thirsty
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| No runnin from affliction, thought they may hurt me
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| I do preach rad when I speak on mercy
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| And grace by faith, you can call me churchy.
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| Run. |
| This yo race boy. |
| Run. |
| Don’t stop.
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| Run till you blood vessel burst like a clock.
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| Run so hard cuz you know why u run
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| Boy run, boy run, boy run some more |