From a life of set backs to a jack pot I spent my life in them flats Tryin’ to extract
I spent nights in the truck tryin’ to get that And like the boy adapts, no regrets from My reflection in the mirror Is my perception of a winner My redemption to begin a resurrection of the sinner Of walking through the corridor, troubled force I’m married to my problems I should well divorce I’m talking to my conscience like I wanted more And I can’t ignore the fact that I’m well informed But I can’t afford to slack or be comfortable To be the best on every track is what I’m running for If I believe that I can, then I must for sure And make something out of nothing being bloody poor I’m unstoppable, and on top of all Had to made through the rain and a thunderstorm I’ve been training for this day since I learned to walk And I should pick myself up, if I’m traded for
I’m breaking out I’m running I’d win the fight Got me running, running for the crown And I roc here roc for life Aim for the skies Wanna make you mine So running, running for the crown And I roc here roc for life
Wale: Concrete, throws me only consciously But most of ‘em just talking we’ll be bouncing on your … This is all C, MMC lota Cs Black billionaires, neither one my nigga got the greeds Mister caught up or Mister Robinson know my position Probably cause this for … I can pick up the parties And I went to college my partners was fiscal problems Dropped out and now I’m getting dollars like at God damn Harvard And it tells you I will make it, now forever ṗowerful But you niggas couldn’t play the foe, or the five Yeah, roc boys still running side
I’m breaking out I’m running I’d win the fight Got me running, running for the crown And I roc here roc for life Aim for the skies Wanna make you mine So running, running for the crown And I roc here roc for life