Lyrics Run-Ins - Boldy James , The Alchemist

Three people running
Officers on their tails—one, two, three, four
At least four officers there on the tails
Uh, you see officers there, in units still and on point
Run, lil' nigga, boy
Trying to catch whoever these men are. They get
Run, run
Keep running, yeah
This for my niggas on the run

The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in combat
My young'uns signing on the dot and killing for them contracts
A hundred rounds quick to run a nigga in the ground
Run off, we go on the manhunt to run that nigga down
Tryna run me up a hundred, had to dumb it down
Run into my ex and now she giving me the run around
Got your bitch running errands cause we run the town
I don't need a clearance—tell them niggas, "Move the fuck around"
Been tryna run this shit back up, this shit been up-and-down
Runners run in packs, Off-White, Air Max runners
Nike Tech jogging fit, what I ran it up in
A bad, pretty, young bitch what I'm standing up in
Since you niggas counting pockets and get barely-up ends
A couple loose Iraqis told her bet it up then
Running back and forth to Cali tryna catch up with Twin
My other plug from the Valley run me seven for ten
I been running all my life
Having run-ins with the law, leave the engine running
Finna run up in this bank, I'm 'bout to run a play
Growing up as a young'un, I was a runaway
Outside in the cold with a runny nose
Roadrunning, running dope, I love to run the road
Had a run, ran it up, now we off and running
You might've caught me down bad but never caught me running

Two suspects cut through several Detroit neighborhoods
At a very high rate of speed
Eventually ditching the car and running their separate ways
One man surrendered after running for several blocks
This is all unfolding about a mile
From the city airport on Detroit's Eastside
It's unclear why they were chasing these men, in terms of police
But we are working to get more information for you as we speak

Grab his arms, I got his feet
Close the trunk
Count of three: 1, 2, 3!