Run Shit Up (feat. J-Chan)

Late to work I'm callin' in
Never had a 9 to 5 the mood was always strugglin'
Mom and pops was on my shit
Never hid
Scrapping up the change
Just to pay for the rent and I flipped out the set
When you see that i came from the bottom to now
I got checks over checks whoa (whoa)
Take a look at the wrist right now
When I had pocket change but I done came out how
'Member owning nothin' picking any fight to the crowd
Now I'm up here stuntin' shining in the dark too loud
Yeah yeah
Had to run shit up, woah, oh
Everyone knows I'm, too up to show
Ain't gon' fuck this up, no, oh
Keep on textin' me I ain't ever check up things
Had to run shit up, you know, oh
Pour that drink full cup, I'm in the hoe
Had to run shit up, for sure, oh
Keep on textin' me I only be textin' gang
(Broken)
(Broken)
(Whoa, whoa)
You was old news
From the day I met you I just told you
We don't mess around but if they want it we will fold you (ha, bap, bap)
I be movin' different I'm not doin' what the most do (bop, bop, bop)
I won't stop until I'm full (gang, yeah)
I'm a Lion from the jungle you a antelope (yeah)
You would rather die than speak the truth that's the antidote (yeah, that's facts, that's facts, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Can you really grow up have ambition for them bigger goals (bap, bap grrah)
Staying rich with "Sammy" whoa
Now we driving cars on that manual (yeah, grrahh, grrah, grrah)
Look at this
Speaking on my name with that fiction shit
They was making accusations way too ridiculous (uh, bap)
I been grinding hard but they be thinking it's conspicuous (yeah, bap, bap bap)
They was never there to go and see what my vision is (bap, bap, uh)
Tried to get my pants down (yeah)
Maybe cuz I stand out (I stand out)
All these hoes are hand outs (yeah nah)
Dirty cuz your man out (yeah, yeah)
Gold is what you can't have (yeah, yeah)
And it's super rare (yeah, yeah)
To go find a piece of bread for "S@M" and I to go and share now (yeah)
Had to run shit up, woah, oh
Everyone knows I'm, too up to show
Ain't gon' fuck this up, no, oh
Keep on textin' me I ain't ever check up things
Had to run shit up, you know, oh
Pour that drink full cup, I'm in the hoe (no no, no no)
Had to run shit up, for sure, oh (oh no, oh no)
Keep on textin' me I only be textin' gang
All my blessings are a weapon
I ain't even close to Second
Playing shit like this is checkers
Me and J-Chan on the record
Came out from a different sector
Watch my six I never let up
Pushin' moving from the get up
Lil bitch you just a set up like
(Uh)
Stuck in the war can't pick this apart uh
(Nah, nah, aye)
Feeling bizarre
I Tear her apart (yeah, uh, ya)
Never had nobody feelin' me
Ghetto to bigger leagues trying to steal from me
Counting my blessings from god that be sent to me
Y'all is not ending me who standing to me
It be SAM and fucking J-Chan
Yeah we staying fam
Hit the gas and we up in the Benz look at all them bands
Traded up to many fucking friends to replace them
Up with green standing next to me it be to gray fam (yeah shit)
Now,
Working and my Building my legacy
Always be living and filling my destiny
I ain't been locked, I'm passing my enemies
I got the masterpiece, mixed with the recipe
Raising my vibe, Y'all falling too behind
I'm defying space or time
Ancient mind from a century
Demons always try to enter me (Enter me)
(Enter me)
Had to run shit up, woah, oh
Everyone knows I'm, too up to show
Ain't gon' fuck this up, no, oh
Keep on textin' me I ain't ever check up things
Had to run shit up, you know, oh
Pour that drink full cup, I'm in the hoe (no no, no no)
Had to run shit up, for sure, oh (oh no, oh no)
Keep on textin' me I only be textin' gang