Lyrics Run It Up - Mass Appeal, Fashawn, Cantrell

Run It Up

Free shit
Well alright
Look, hmm
We don’t complain, we gon' adjust
I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up
I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up
Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy
Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy
Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy
Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy
Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy
We don’t complain, we gon' adjust
I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up
New chick on my arm, she fine as fuck
Got a soul made of gold and know her worth
Practicing patience for the real to take over
Tell me get 'em, I got 'em, bet that cannon keep focus
And our shit be the livest, and them bitches, they notice
Hold on, don’t tell my mama, I been drinkin' and smokin'
Hold on, don’t tell my woman, I been drinkin' and fuckin'
If you capture this moment, sell that bitch for a lotus
We been workin' and swarmin', Mass Appeal, we too loaded
I been feelin' like Griffey when the bases are loaded, I mean
I’m so official, thorough to the gristle, yeah
My art official, this no artificial, yeah
Don’t know your way, I’ll be your Tommy Pickles, yeah
We too a hundred, we don’t do the fickle, my nigga
We don’t complain, we gon' adjust
I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up
I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up
Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy
Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy
Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy
Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy
Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy
Nah, I don’t complain, I just erupt
In flames, I give a fuck, stains all on my chucks
Banger but it’s tucked, frame all tatted up
And what’s even worse is I came here in a tux
If I aim, you are in danger, you should duck
From the terrain where that language is a must
Santiago, government name just ain’t enough
My words leap off of the page and run amuck
Run it up, too blunted, double dutch, blue hundreds
New haters make me bulletproof somethin', who want it?
Cookies on Melrose, might leave with two onions
Strictly for consumption, it’s true, I’m through pumpin'
Blessed, I is, but bled, I did
The young GOAT, it’s funny, everybody said he was the kid
You should know Stro and Ezzi with the biz
07 with the shit, Trell, tell 'em what this is, homie, yeah
We don’t complain, we gon' adjust
I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up
I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up
Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy
Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy
Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy
Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy
Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy