RHF - 100 Styles & Runnin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Animos] It's been a long day Sometimes it feels like my whole life I been goin' the wrong way And at this rate, we'll never get our songs played I guess we knew something was wrong with this game Since the day we came thru we stayed true to our craft And vowed to never ever compromise our art So I guess we were destined to fail from the start We did it our way, it ain't no walk in the park [Impromptu]: They can't take that away from us We always stayed honest Pushed limits independent, what more you want from us? When we came in the game we made ourselves a promise Wouldn't change for the fame or the label offers Ain't livin' the high life but I'm makin' the most Got plans to live on the coast with a house and a boat So Every line is defined we don't rhyme for nothing You'll never catch up, 100 styles n runnin' [Verse 2: Animos] These are scriptures written in blood for visionary thugs I got the mind of a genius and the spirit of Pac Politically I'm not a leader Theoretically I'm not a teacher But artistically I try to reach ya To each his own, yo that's my motto I live for today but keep one eye on tomorrow Time is borrowed, so find your own to path to follow Life is like a jagged little pill that's hard to swallow For too many years now I been livin' and breathin' sh**tin' and eatin' Sweatin' and bleedin' Rap is the reason These lyrics and beats and These critics and beef Don't get it, we been livin' the dream, its no secret Fame and fortune, I could take it or leave it I been turnin' these bottom feeders into believers MC's chase fame, they a dime a dozen I came into this game 100 styles and runnin' [Verse 3: Impromptu] What is life? What is pain? Why do we die? Don't cry Why are my tears so damn dry? Why every time that I spread my wings I fear flight? I don't fear d**h I fear life The path that I chose, the laughs from my foes I block it out With a mic and a beat I lock it down These are thoughts of the mind transferred to a pen Down onto this paper and I'm ready to win Any time, any place, any rapper can get it I paid my dues in this game, you can check my credits While you're stuck on the fence I'll be bucking the trends 'Cause something again comes back when I'm clutchin' a pen My soul bleed over every track So when my pen hit the pad I'm ahead of the pack MCs lack sk**, they a dime a dozen Man I'm so damn real, 100 styles and runnin'