Tyler, The Creator, Chaz Bundick, ScHoolboy Q — Run

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Fuck you running for nigga?

Aye nigga, come here nigga

Let me try that hat on

I told you come over here stupid bitch

Come over here with that weak ass hat

All y’all niggas smoking y’all brains out

In the car called life take the lame route

Going nowhere fast but you think that you not

Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out

In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop

At his drop top, took another lame out

Oh you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga?

Well I hope you understand you ain’t shit nigga

Cause them niggas whole purpose is to get niggas

And make sure that your mama cry the pain out

Now that gang is out to get you

But you stuck in the same house

Nigga never came out, wow

It’s a shame how you got sucked in that life

But hey man at least you got a name now

They say you a «real nigga» cause you kill niggas

Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel niggas

Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out

For they approval boy, you can’t even hang out

That light you hit, it was the light I held

That’s why you never ever see me with my chains out

I don’t need to, truth they don’t feed you

Lies what they got on their plate, they gon eat you

They got a homie called Karma he gon meet you

Better look the other way if he ever see you

And run as fast as you can, nigga

That’s the shit I be talkin’ bout, though

We ain’t try’na hear that shit, my nigga

Cuz, stay preachy cuz

Like nigga come on homie

I don’t wanna hear that shit, preachy shit my nigga

Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz?

I don’t give a fuck, nigga

Whatchu mean?