abhi the nomad – run lyrics
[verse 1]
katy perry in this b-tch, call it pop time
automatic call block, never hit the hotline
talk time zero on the mobile or the cell bricks
house made of rap money never had to sell bricks
we ain’t with that evian or ted talk
this that 110 degrees where the dead walk, south side madras we the sh-t till the jigs up
only thing we got is a wicket or a sixer, sheesh
rock that bata on my feet i’m a beast, got the vada in my t–th and a f-cking cup of tea
i don’t spill lil homie, pay my bills you don’t know me
went from takeout rotis to eating pink eat raw poke
i pull the pin on y’all, you been-hardknocks
but now you making eggs for your kids while i been on call with labels
been gone for two-three months my lady love my brown skin
i been cooking while y’all still not thawed godd-mn
(this is where the hook goes)
[hook]
they said they want that rough sh-t, yeah i give ’em some, son
legendary trashman, rappers in my tum-tum
marathon run sh-t
i be on my gump, son
do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones
yeah i make a lump sum
i don’t need a handout i ain’t hit a slump once
this that wave, wave, hi and then dump them
ride the wave way high and then run them
[verse 2]
never had a day job
i ain’t suitable for cubicles
instead, i’m giving 16 bites with 5 cuticles
the set i’m in is silk sheet pillows and not the usual
you’re celibate, your d-ck be crying at all the funerals
i’m this guy:
seen in the east of the pasadena region from being a blip with a visa scheming i dipped, dived in it
now i’m i’m legally lethal and brick by brick
i been beating em like these rappers beating they women
over the head, i don’t make ms
but i don’t bank empty
shout to my dogs, beating the odds
how they gone make ends meet?
i don’t got gods, i gotta problem
i gotta whole lot of problems
i walk in a room full of women they put up the wet floor caution sign
they want that “finer things in life sh-t”
on my guy fieri, dine her, drive inside that —-
f-ck it i’m a dive in
hair stay wavy like i’m tony the tiger
i’m motherf-cking vibrant
[hook]
they said they want that rough sh-t, yeah i give ’em some, son
legendary trashman, rappers in my tum-tum
marathon run sh-t
i be on my gump, son
do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones
yeah i make a lump sum
i don’t need a handout i ain’t hit a slump once
this that wave, wave, hi and then dump them
ride the wave way high and then run them
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