Tone P - Running Rebels lyrics

{*Teedra Moses harmonizing until 00:28*} {M-M-M-Maybach Music} [Wale] Ay, look, yeah Where did my time go? I let it fly Spending time trya find em and y'all n***as the right flow I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs My slight fo's just talk dirty, I clean em up Money I make em buck, trust they seen enough Lust will have you slippin', love will have you stuck From where they praise, b**hes is artificially duck Politicians be stuntin' most of them n***as dumb Roll a swisher lets move it, my position improving Not to mention I adventured into a cooler unit Moving in unison used to be such a hooligan But now I'm on a roll, I think I'm Patches O'Houlihan Ben Stiller, Zoolander, same face Bars change a n***a life, n***a scared straight Jordan 8 strapped up, blasting out some backyard Backwoods in my ashtray, I'm happier when high and drunk Baby I'm in the zone, lately been writing poems Can't put my soul in this bullsh** music that y'all condone Motherf** It, I'mma count all these duckets I'ma keep my integrity, y'all can keep all y'all budgets Buzz it, like my very first day in here Laying here, laying here, all in your lady ear Mercedes rear view, that's where today appears I'm past present, you light-years behind here Wale [Hook: Teedra Moses] Rolling while I'm blowing this stash Got my foot on the gas, drop top on this thang And the moon looking beautiful as ever See these lights got me on another level Feeling like tonight We're running wild tonight They can never hold, me, down Cus I'm running - gone [Meek Mill] Uh, uh, yeah They Larry Davis me and said I tried to k** a cop Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot They said I'm guilty, I ain't get the chance to say im not Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail Calling n***as really knowing they dont give a hell But I ain't give a f** cus I ain't trying sit in jail They giving n***as letters here and they ain't sending mail I'm talking life sentence, forever nice penance This sh** right here will turn a man to a mice, n***a This sh** right here will turn a k**er to a nice n***a Cold cell, lock down like a vice gripper Lead by my strategy, winning I do sporadically Try attacking me, automatic shoot automatically City backing me, headed for it, no looking back at me Lyrical a**ult, they charge me without the battery Ha, Running rebel on another level Like the Olympics these youngins just won another metal They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil If you believe that, n***a you is dumb as ever Young and dumb, or even old and stupid I put my faith in God, never try I just do it n***as get down for the moment, they ain't for movement My n***a Rozay put me on the tour cause I am music [Hook] [Stalley] I ain't never been a dreamer or fascinated by a beamer Or none of those funny floats n***as gloat in I keep it cla**ic in that metal frame box I smoke in Then push the milk on a slow bend Wit my kin that I came in wit Blue Collar Gang we slang that ish The script stuck to it, hustle like we ain't gain ish Never lookin for a handout, ain't my language I work hard for everything I get and keep a tight grip for everyone Waiting on the day I slay, a rebel though I don't hold my lips They say I talk like I'm God body Bob Marley Marvin and Marcus And since I skipped over puddles they try to throw me where sharks is But I'm a well of inspiration A wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation All bets on em, double m g tell my foes I ain't left on em [Hook] {Maybach Music}