Steel Bar - Run It (The Town OST) (prod. by Statik Selektah) | Текст песни

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• Run It (The Town OST) (prod. by Statik Selektah)

[Intro]

We raping and pillaging the whole rap industry. (Better run that shit.) Anything we can’t get on our own we coming to take it. Right here, play them horns, Statik. I like that shit, we do it Boston style. In Boston if we can’t get it we just go steal it. You know what I’m saying? Check it.

[Verse 1]

Listen, I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t
My alcoholism’s a prison, my rhythm is possessed
I’m the devil in the flesh, exorcism is next
My x-ray vision is infested with sex, drugs, and Techs
I’m a star when I rock and roll
I can knock em home with my dome
So fucking cold my ? and my vodka ?
Raspberry got me barking so dark and cold
I’m a poet going going gold holding on his cock and balls
Singing every note that I wrote the octave off
Push you off your fucking pedestal, they tell me knock it off
Pocket’s poor, raping rap music till my cock is soft
Married to this life, it’s a wonder that I’m not divorced
Copping whores four in the morning and I’m coughing hoarse
Hanging out the window shooting motherfucking shotguns off
This is who I am and I’m always setting drama off
Fuck the twelve steps, I’mma throw you off your momma’s porch

[Chorus]

Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac Escalade, it’s not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your shit (run it)

Your whips, your bitch, your wristwatch, your chain
Cadillac Escalade, it’s not the same
We thieves with deep beef and pickpocket change
Better run your shit (run it)

[Verse 2]

Yo you can tell that we’re fools by the hell that we choose
Man I’m going for the gusto I keep telling these dudes
I’m either getting rich, dead, or rocking felony shoes
I ain’t Boston George so fuck him and Penelope Cruz
Listen, this isn’t vicious enough, this is a mixture of drugs
I fuck the system all up, this is a picture of us
I never piss in a cup, can’t fit my wrists in the cuffs
I don’t believe in the law, I didn’t listen enough
You should be listening up, I got a pistol that’s tough
I got an AK, shit barely fits in the trunk
I’m throwing fits when I’m drunk, I’m going spaz with the gats
I came so far I laugh while you fathom the fact
I passionately pattern a track, rats imagine I’m back
Imagining that as I add another stack
Fuck society, they’re telling me I should calm down probably
But I’m notorious like a Charlestown robbery

[Chorus]

(hattscrib.com)

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