Word-Problems - Run It lyrics

[Hook: Marcus Bank$] I run it, run it Ain't no one gonna take me off my feet I run it, run it Nobody gonna stand my ground but me I run it, run it Nobody gonna do it quite like me I run it, run it Wanna make that cash 'til I can't breathe [Verse 1: Marcus Bank$] What have we been since then I've been trying to find the place that comforts you aside from in my arms But, I don't know what you want, oh So many haters, I don't f** with one of 'em I try to please 'em all, they just coming back They don't got my back Hope one day they got it I'mma still do me Just like did Yo Gotti I'mma still go hard, I ain't on to something I'mma drink a lot, like I'm going to party I'mma smoke some more, cause my life's retarded Way too busy man, I need to slow down, f** it You know the life I lived, before the slightest while Wasn't my style, all of my problems going wild Ohh Who do you call, who do you call when you got fake friends How do you live, how do you live when they just pretend What do you say, what do you say when the words aren't there I call that my life, welcome to my side [Hook: Marcus Bank$] I run it, run it Ain't no one gonna take me off my feet I run it, run it Nobody gonna stand my ground but me I run it, run it Nobody gonna do it quite like me I run it, run it Wanna make that cash 'til I can't breathe [Verse 2: Word Problems] Too good to be true man I'm so for real Mixture of the black thoughts, Lauryn Hills Absorb the thrill, spoke with alluring will And make the whole crowd boast "yo the boy been ill" I wasn't born to k**, I was adorned with that soulful thrill The one that make you wanna smoke and chill But underestimate blunt behavior in the Everglades Snake hit you back and fraction with the venom rage Nowadays everybody talking k**ing fakes But that would only leave you at the prison gates That's two gone for the price of one I take a penny for the thoughts give it right to slums Because in the time of guns All abide because the shine will run Blind brighter than the light from sun Funny how a little barrel could've replicated reapers While separating your sneaks Cold feet through the heaters No I ain't a preacher, or thief politician either I'm just a human being reaching for his inner leisure Peace to all of my demons thieving at the mind Yin and Yang balancing through the pa**ages intertwined And it tore me apart, endorphins be morphing to glorious art Picture the story of forties and liquor ingested the venom to End all my triggers but all I had found I look right down the Barrel and stared in the eyes of Medusa while flared up Artificial flight caught up in the night, sight a cop car, running For my life, trudging through the strife, trouble was a vice I'm on a new level rushing for my light Finally came down, at the floor all immense force rain now, uh [Hook: Marcus Bank$] I run it, run it Ain't no one gonna take me off my feet I run it, run it Nobody gonna stand my ground but me I run it, run it Nobody gonna do it quite like me I run it, run it Wanna make that cash 'til I can't breathe