Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Running Rebels, artist - Wale. Date of issue: 22.05.2011
Song language: English
Running Rebels |
| Ay, look, yeah |
| Where did my time go? |
| I let it fly |
| Spending time tryna find em and y’all niggas the right flow |
| I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs |
| My slight fo’s just talk dirty, I clean em up |
| Money I make em buck, trust they seen enough |
| Lust will have you slippin', love will have you stuck |
| From where they praise, bitches is artificially dumb |
| Politicians be stuntin', most of them niggas stumped |
| Roll a Swisher, let’s move it, my position improving |
| Not to mention I adventured into a cooler unit |
| Moving in unison, used to be such a hooligan |
| But now I’m on a roll, I think I’m Patches O’Houlihan |
| Ben Stiller, «Zoolander», same face |
| Bars change a nigga life, nigga scared straight |
| Jordan 8, strapped up, blasting out some backyard |
| Backwoods in my ashtray, I’m happier when high and drunk |
| Baby I’m in the zone, lately been writing poems |
| Can’t put my soul in this bullshit music that y’all condone |
| Motherfuck it, I’ma count all these duckets |
| I’ma keep my integrity, y’all can keep all y’all budgets |
| Buzz it, like my very first day in here |
| Laying here, laying here all in your lady ear |
| Mercedes rear view, that’s where today appears |
| I’m past present, you lightyears behind here |
| Wale |
| Rolling while I’m blowing this stash |
| Got my foot on the gas, drop top on this thang |
| And the moon looking beautiful as ever |
| City lights got me on another level |
| Feeling live tonight |
| We’re running wild tonight |
| They can never hold, me, down |
| Cause I’m running wild |
| Uh, uh, yeah |
| They Larry Davis me and said I tried to kill a cop |
| Picture that and they ain’t fire not a single shot |
| They said I’m guilty, I ain’t get a chance to say I’m not |
| Bail was a quarter mil', they put me in the box |
| Hah, dead broke tryna get a bail |
| Calling niggas really knowing they don’t give a hell |
| But I ain’t give a fuck cause I ain’t trying sit in jail |
| They giving niggas letters here and they ain’t sending mail |
| I’m talking life sentence, forever nice pendent |
| This shit right here will turn a man to a mice nigga |
| This shit right here will turn a killer to a nice nigga |
| Cold cell, lock down like a vice gripper |
| Lead by my strategy, winning I do sporadically |
| Try attacking me, automatic shoot automatically |
| City backing me, headed for it, no looking back at me |
| Lyrical assult, they charge me without the battery |
| Hah, running rebel on another level |
| Like the Olympics, these youngins just want another metal |
| They say to get a hundred mil' you must become the devil |
| If you believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever |
| Young and dumb, or even old and stupid |
| I put my faith in God, never try, I just do it |
| Niggas be down for the moment, they ain’t for the movement |
| My nigga Rozay put me on the tour cause I am music |
| Rolling while I’m blowing this stash |
| Got my foot on the gas, drop top on this thang |
| And the moon looking beautiful as ever |
| City lights got me on another level |
| Feeling live tonight |
| We’re running wild tonight |
| They can never hold, me, down |
| Cause I’m running wild |
| I ain’t never been a dreamer, or fascinated by a Beamer |
| Or none of those funny floats niggas gloat in |
| I keep it classic in that metal frame box I smoke in |
| And push through the milk on a slow bend |
| With my kin that I came in with |
| Blue Collar Gang, we slang that ish |
| The script stuck to it, hustle like we ain’t gain ish |
| Never lookin for a handout, ain’t my language |
| I work hard for everything I get, and keep a tight grip for everyone |
| Waiting on the day I slay, a rebel though |
| I don’t hold my lips |
| They say I talk like I’m god body, Bob Marley, Marvin and Marcus |
| And since I skipped over puddles |
| They tryna throw me where sharks is, but I’m a well of inspiration |
| A wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation |
| All bets on 'em, double MG, tell my foes I ain’t left on em |
| Rolling while I’m blowing this stash |
| Got my foot on the gas, drop top on this thang |
| And the moon looking beautiful as ever |
| City lights got me on another level |
| Feeling live tonight |
| We’re running wild tonight |
| They can never hold, me, down |
| Cause I’m running wild |
| Maybach Music |