| They behind us now, backin' around
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| Tryna come and lock us down
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| And every other new step that I take, I’m just praying for solid ground
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| You can keep on coming for as long as you want, cause you can never have this
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| sound
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| It’s all yours if you catch us slippin'
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| For now, the night is ours and we’re manning it proud
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| We never run
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| Run, run, run
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| We never run
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| Run, run, run
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| (Yeah!)
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| (Ya-huh!)
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| We never run
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| But we surely do run things
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| My snake and bat family been known to do fun things
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| Like blacken the sun rings, snack on assumptions
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| These babble rappers madder that I’m claiming the one kingdom
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| King of the Netscape, smashing your backboard
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| Dunkin' on discussions from these two cent crack whores
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| Every bar I pen is like a hook to a glass jaw
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| My legacy’s hats off you miserable jack-offs
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| And they got the nerve to turn it down a bit
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| Cause the sound they get is counterfeit and I don’t think they proud of it
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| Not one bit, they whisper to one-six
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| And think we do not hear them, they can suck a two-ton dick
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| Opposition poppin' they lip in proper position
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| For stoppin' our commission but cannot lock a condition
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| It’s funny how they thought we were done, we just begun
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| I won’t stop until I know that we won, give me some
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| We never run
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| Run, run, run
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| We never run
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| Run, run, run
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| We never run
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| But we surely do run things
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| Scramble in Miami for them family functions
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| Handle any damage and don’t hang on assumptions
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| We strangle any angle can’t stand with no punk shit
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| I move slow when the rush hits
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| And hustle when he count sheep, lyin' unconscious
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| Me and the fam get drunk and obnoxious
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| Whenever backstage, and these places are awesome
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| How much gas in the tank?
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| How much dank in the lab?
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| How much Jack have I drank?
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| Well we burnin' oils after midnight with the band
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| We just the back of the class
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| Singin' songs for the cash
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| We living life too fast and so we always keep running, I’m a marathon man
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| I keep observing poets panic from the start
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| Tryna compensate for the fake carbon-counter part
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| But I’m never lost when he got them damaging the park
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| And we keep gettin' quicker from the sprints in the dark
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| They say there’s levels to this
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| So I’m tryna climb up quick
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| Cause the second-hand comin' no matter how well he 'quipped
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| This one’s for the ones pounding sneakers on bricks
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| Drink water cause you ain’t seen shit… |