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gashi - run lyrics

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[verse 1]
(run) uh, i’m staring at my ceiling, another day up in this b-tch
parents screaming, you can’t lay up in this b-tch
i didn’t register so everyday i hear ’em b-tch
no plan b, but you know we plan on getting rich
man, don’t complain about my music, ‘less you paid for that sh-t
(i’m made for this sh-t, made for this sh-t, uh)
ain’t black or spanish, they say he’s so average
dress like a f-ggot, whatever weird you attack it
my music garbage? but you be on it like a bunch of maggots
put the seven to your back with this pistol, now you a maverick
dropped cl-ss, started dropping cl-ssics
if rapping to bring the paper and plastic, back to trappin’, uh
africa made me, new york city raised me
albanian baby born up in the crazy ’80s
last of a rare breed, that’s ’89
mama said “you gon’ be fine, thank god that you still alive”

[hook]
and so i run (run motherf-cker run)
away from these haters (ru-run motherf-cker run)
away from these haters (ru-run motherf-cker run)
if you ain’t f-cking with me now (run motherf-cker run)
don’t f-ck with me later (ru-run motherf-cker run)
don’t f-ck with me later (ru-run motherf-cker run)

[verse 2]
seeing my parents struggle turned me to a savage
i always been different, that’s why i got my -ss kicked
cut from a different cloth and they no longer make this fabric
too creative for a 9 to 5 to live so average
if she only with you cause you mad rich
then anybody with money could f-ck that b-tch
i hope you’re listening
collecting change for fast food, got me acting mad rude
stress got my hair line going jimmy, time to get my -ss chewed
you telling me if i l1ck c-ck, rap about these thrift shops
that i would bring four grammy’s back to this block? f-ck that
as long as i got this glock, with one pop
i, bring my enemies down to earth faster than chris rock
always wanted that rollie it don’t tick tock
you cannot hear me when i’m on my toes like some flip-flops
chasing on this guop, new face of hip-hop
flow make your ship drop, i pray i raise the bar
before one of these haters they l1ck shots and i’m gone

[hook]
and so i run (run motherf-cker run)
away from these haters (ru-run motherf-cker run)
away from these haters (ru-run motherf-cker run)
if you ain’t f-cking with me now (run motherf-cker run)
don’t f-ck with me later (ru-run motherf-cker run)
don’t f-ck with me later (ru-run motherf-cker run)
and so i run (run motherf-cker run)
away from these haters (ru-run motherf-cker run)
away from these haters (ru-run motherf-cker run)
if you ain’t f-cking with me now (run motherf-cker run)
don’t f-ck with me later (ru-run motherf-cker run)
don’t f-ck with me later (ru-run motherf-cker run)



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