Sir Michael Rocks - Running Man lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I got six cellphones and still ain't pickin' up a stranger's man The fear ain't real but I be damned if the danger ain't Don't walk up on Chuck, disrespecting his home town He flip on that Detroit switchin', hear it in his voice I'm Chicago, Illinois, even if I done had a choice I woulda' still picked the crib that I grew up in And DK NY designed these king sheets on my bed You still on Ian Connor's page tryna' pick what to wear, yeah These peasants fresh as me? Tell me how They still distressin' t's on they couch Rock band tees and bands they don't know nothin' 'bout You heard of Iron Maiden once? Bro that don't even count Get that goofy out my face before I hit send on that text message I'm workin', flexin', just makin' music, protecting Like "what up Chuck, God damn man, it's me and all these dollar bills" And we make the style that they try to steal They be runnin' off with it like shootin' drills [Hook: Chuck Inglish] Wallaby two tone zones with my fit Rocking Iceberg like a snowstorm in here Light work n***a, we won't never lose a step Watching how we do it then they run off with this sh** Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Bolt, nine second 100 meter sprint Four 12's boomin' on Suzuki with them tints I'm still bangin' Screw movin' slower than a tick Off the drank, purple rain, and screaming rest in peace to Prince Back in 1999, the revolution was the time You get to chirpin' like a bird, it sound like When Them Doves Cry Why you run off with a lie when you lookin' at the truth? When you see it in the scope, close an eye before you shoot Ric Flair off the ropes, Stone Cold, Kevin Owens With the million dollar man, I don't f** with Hulk Hogan Holy guacamole, only know me for the sauce Ay, I heard you told your shorty take my poster off her wall [Hook: Chuck Inglish] Wallaby two tone zones with my fit Rocking Iceberg like a snowstorm in here Light work n***a, we won't never lose a step Watching how we do it then they run off with this sh** Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man [Verse 3: Maxo Kream] It's the Bape head band rocker Pee in corny rapper's jockers Acting like some boppers tryna' top us n***a stop it Get chalk lined in them Starters Trappin' daily, place your order Chuck and Mike, they got them black mags I ride around with black mags n***as tryna' sound like Maxo but they Karo my sh** 16 Bred 11's with that thing on my hip Persona walk, persona talk, wasn't sh** you could tell me Got n***as bitin' up Supreme, throwin' away them Giuseppe's Air brushed white tee, been did that Snapbacks [?], been did that [?] slim fit jeans, been did that Tom and Jerry a** n***a, you a copycat Runnin' man, you a funny man Take pics with the gun, not a gunner man Crash dummy lil boy, you a stunter man Fake J's, Jumpman do the running man [Hook: Chuck Inglish] Wallaby two tone zones with my fit Rocking Iceberg like a snowstorm in here Light work n***a, we won't never lose a step Watching how we do it then they run off with this sh** Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man [Outro: Chuck Inglish] Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man Running man, running man, running man, running man