Lyrics Runnin' Outta Sole - Skiggy Rapz, INF

Runnin' Outta Sole

Skiggy Rapz on the microphone
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone (yeah)
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that money talks, but
I just wanna talk to you, and
I’m only rich ‘cause I get love from my peoples, and
I’m a writer, but Skiggy ain’t no rider
Drive a fast car, I don’t even got a licence
Plus, fashion is too fast, my years, the same past
Sneakers for a whole fucking year
I ain’t stashing, I don’t even got the money to buy myself time to pay attention
My two cents, I don’t know what you heard about me
But you can’t get a dollar out of me
Doesn’t mean that I’m cheap or that’s me and I’m broke, so
Not ‘cause I’m a motherfucking P-I-M-P, but
I pay respects to myself so I expect from myself
I give myself sense to keep myself in fact, check it
It’s soul power when I spit my rap
And if that is music, I gets credit for
(So if you figure that) I gets credit for that
(So if you figure that) I gets credit for that
(So if you figure that) I gets credit for that
Yo, if that is music, I gets credit for that
Didn’t you know that if we take too big a steps, we running out of sole
(I'm smiling at the world because I love her
But the more I think about it she’s a crazy motherfucker)
Didn’t you know that if we take too big a steps, we running out of sole
(I'm smiling at the world because I love her
But the more I think about it she’s a crazy motherfucker)
Are we sheep, and are we sleeping in bullshit?
I wonder if it matters that we used to it
It’s the news, meant for us to make us feel good
And even give us a better feeling if we feel bad about it
And get sad, man, it’s sad some
Couldn’t be original if it wasn’t for fashion
And little kids grow up quicker than grandma did
I know that time’s change, but does that really mean
We really need some cellular phones to travel roads
‘Cause really they are already ready for this, shit
What is real is often beauty, why hide in the shade
I better see you making up your mind than your face
And my people, beware, be aware of your time
Create your own world, ‘cause it’s all in your mind
Quit, motherfuckers, keep wasting your time
Yeah, ay yo, it’s all in your mind
You better take a quick peek with that third eye
Ya, ya, ay yo, it’s all in your mind
Better add it up or at least make it rhyme
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone (No doubt)
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone (Hell yeah)
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone (No shit)
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone (Fuck yeah)
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone (Make it funky)
Skiggy Rapz on the microphone (Make it now)
(Oh, yeah, here we go)
Didn’t you know that if we take too big a steps, we running out of sole
(I'm smiling at the world because I love her
But the more I think about it she’s a crazy motherfucker)
Didn’t you know that if we take too big a steps, we running out of sole
(I'm smiling at the world because I love her but)
Didn’t you know that if we take too big a steps, we running out of sole
Didn’t you know that if we take too big a steps, we running out of sole
(I'm smiling at the world because I love her
But the more I think about it she’s a crazy motherfucker)
Didn’t you know that if we take too big a steps, we running out of sole
We are running out of sole
(I'm smiling at the world because I love her
But the more I think about it she’s a crazy motherfucker)