| Run
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| Just like say you wanna come, run
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| In a clash, soundboys get bun, run
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| Look what Merky and Royal-T done, run
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| Run, run
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| This ain’t a game, it ain’t fun, run
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| Family Tree are number one, so
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| Run, run, run, run, run
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| Run when I land
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| Or somebody might get boxed by my hand
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| I know mandem that will die for a grand
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| Don’t care about footprints in sand
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| Don’t read Bible, don’t read Qur’an
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| So Usain Bolt or get a crash bang
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| No point tryna move gay like Tyson
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| You’ll get swept off of the floor you stand on
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| Turn your T-shirt to a tampon
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| Before police come, I’m gone
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| That’s the only time you see me run
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| Unless I’m chasing an enemy, I stand strong
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| Better get your Air Max on
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| I’m a viking, you Anglo-Saxon
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| Don’t stop at all like Banton
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| Or that will be the whole of your life done
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| Run
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| Just like say you wanna come, run
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| In a clash, soundboys get bun, run
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| Look what Merky and Royal-T done, run
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| Run, run
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| This ain’t a game, it ain’t fun, run
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| Family Tree are number one, so
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| Run, run, run, run, run
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| Uh
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| Dun know, I’m on a strap ting
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| 140 on the most, no splat ting
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| Running from the feds, don’t wanna get trapped in
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| Man got sprayed up, man got laid down
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| Man got wiped, no need for a napkin
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| Man got a gun slap, that’s a headshot
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| By a thug but there weren’t no Maniac tracks in
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| Uh
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| Make snow land up on your cornrow
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| Cause we’re treating heads just like they’re Heathrow
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| Told man run but he didn’t wanna know
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| Got a new tool, I’ll slap you into your boy
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| Man are like rahtid
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| Are you man turned into a Cheeto?
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| Chest spread like the wings on an eagle
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| Run
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| Just like say you wanna come, run
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| In a clash, soundboys get bun, run
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| Look what Merky and Royal-T done, run
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| Run, run
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| This ain’t a game, it ain’t fun, run
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| Family Tree are number one, so
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| Run, run, run, run, run |