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kwe the artist - rûn it up lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, woody)
yeah

[chorus]
run it up (run it up)
run it up (run it up)
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[verse 1]
woke up this mornin’, i’m at it again
back to stackin’, i’m stackin’ again
no days off like a holiday inn
get the trap back to jumpin’ again
i been solo dolo with it, i’m focused
no twitchin’, ain’t gotta make no dividends
yet the feds wanna break me down
i’m black, i’m proud, they hatin’ my skin
fly like a skylark
burst on the scene, but i’ve been a star
give a f+ck ’bout the fame, get the rackies
need that fetty right now, forget tomorrow
need that fetty right now, forget tomorrow
can’t pause after a pay, gotta repeat
i’ve seen the signs through it all, i been dyin’ to ball
i’ma ball ’til i deplete, ya dig?
i’m on a hunt now, huh, sun up to sundown
runnin’ it up, forrest gump now
money counter makin’ machine gun sounds (frr, frr)
greetings, hovеrin’ high, can’t come down
kickin’ bullsh+t aside like kung lao
doublеd up on my blessings, i stunt now, yeah
[chorus]
run it up (run it up)
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[verse 2]
like the qb, can’t pass for sh+t
handle my paper with craftiness
stu’ drippin’ off me, no ashiness
big ass n+gga, could mac your b+tch
i’m ’bout my sh+t, no laxative, yeah
manifestin’ from rags to riches
let the f+ck sh+t that passed assist me
makin’ plays, i hit my lil’ dance
i hit my lil’ shimmy like bobby and whitney
what you need? got sh+t to put you in a trance
i’m servin’ it up like it’s wembley
stayed low in the cut like a temp fade
i was choppin’ thirties down like a sensei
homeless kwe was the worst, now the rent paid
eatin’ dry noodles, now the pasta aldente, hey
bringin’ it back to the 813
i been humble enough, i been in my own way
i’m pavin’ ways past minimum wage
was born broke, dyin’ rich in that grave
rich forever, feel like ricky rozay
i’m rich forever, feel like ricky rozay
married to the money, not to the game
i’m married to the money, not to the fame
[chorus]
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