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a2p fred - legendary run lyrics

[intro]
(ay creme, you did that, junkie?)
(anytime)

[chorus]
the f+ck goin’?
just was in florida, i’m in new york talkin’ ’bout tourin’ (tourin’)
these n+++as can’t f+ck with me, i put that on my firstborn (i swear to god)
make it this far, you a legend comin’ where i’m from
everybody turnt, this finna be a legendary run
put up my scale and tell my b+tch that i ain’t comin’ home (uh+uh)
front my dawgs and let ’em muscle up while i’m gone
on with label heads directin’ heavy traffic on my phone (what’s happenin’?)
this rap sh+t saved me but the streets forever got my soul

[verse 1]
big ass cuban, i went gold without a record sold
forty degrees in times squarе, got my shirt off, heart been cold
i be tryna make a na feel mе, it’s hard to let sh+t go
i be showin’ love and god return the favor ten+fold
i wish my mama could see this sh+t
run it up illegal but they tryna give me a chance to go legit
i’m tired of people askin’ how i feel to be this lit
i don’t even know how i feel, real sh+t
’cause every night when i lay down, i deal with real sh+t
juan soto, everything i drop a hit, i don’t miss (uh+uh)
like i’m careless, i drop that bag, i don’t diss
hatin’ ass na, like a rash, make my ass itch
[chorus]
the f+ck goin’?
just was in florida, i’m in new york talkin’ ’bout tourin’ (tourin’)
these n+++as can’t f+ck with me, i put that on my firstborn (i swear to god)
make it this far, you a legend comin’ where i’m from
everybody turnt, this finna be a legendary run

[verse 2]
i got my brothers on my jeans, got a little cuff in ’em
argue with lil’ bro, he flew back home but i still love the na (on god)
work the muscle, i’m finna sh+t on all these f+ck nas (eww)
i got insomnia, spinnin’ the dark ’cause i been up, na
catchin’ flights, all this motion f+ckin’ my sleep up, na
ridin’ through manhattan and i just wanna go re+up, na
i gotta chill on all that sh+t ’cause i’m a public figure (public figure)
i’m bustin’ rhymes for nas bustin’ plays and bustin’ pistols
know when i was stuck out the way, now they don’t love a n+++a (huh?)
lil’ tony told me keep my fire ’cause they might try to hurt me (shh)
my heart bigger than that haitian plate i ate in jersey
if not me, then please tell me who the f+ck deserve it?
devil playin’ tricks, tryna make me feel like i ain’t worthy
i’m a preacher on these beats and every verse a sermon

[chorus]
the f+ck goin’?
just was in florida, i’m in new york talkin’ ’bout tourin’ (tourin’)
these n+++as can’t f+ck with me, i put that on my firstborn (i swear to god)
make it this far, you a legend comin’ where i’m from (f+ck you talkin’ ’bout?)
everybody turnt, this finna be a legendary run
[outro]
(ah, man)
from n0body to somebody in three months
this sh+t amazin’, n+++a
i’m on my rappin’ sh+t, i was just on my drug traffickin’ sh+t
you know what i’m sayin’?
(anytime)

- a2p fred lyrics

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