Lyrics Run - Famous

You can run
But you know you can't hide
So what's up
You better put your hands high
And don't worry bout me baby, yeah you know I'm doing fine
Got some niggas that done caught me by surprise
Tell them get up out my way, get up out my way
Got a pistol on my waist, wave it at your face
And I don't want no case I'm a do the race
Trying harder every day working in the rain

This shit lethal
And this shit for all my people that done stayed with me
I came up and now you mad, why you blaming me?
These niggas stealing all my sauce, stop playing me
I told them Niggas that we coming, they like "Oh shit"
I told that bitch we done for good, yeah it's over with
Don't wanna leave, but you should, and you know it
You say you sorry and you changed, you don't show it
Say I don't care and I'm so hopeless, you don't know shit
Independent, I go solo, I don't need you
I can do this by myself, don't need to see you
You say you're tired and you done, bitch me too
Leave the door open if you need me

You can run
But you know you can't hide
So what's up
You better put your hands high
And don't worry bout me baby yeah you know I'm doing fine
Got some niggas that done caught me by surprise
Tell them get up out my way, get up out my way
Got a pistol on my waist, wave it at your face
And I don't want no case i'ma do the race
Trying harder every day working in the rain

Stop the talk with all this drama got a chopper on my waist
Smoking on his homie pack, and i'ma blow it in his face
Only know me through the net
You don't know the real me
Say you me hate me, oh what's next? You gone come and kill me?
Got a dime bitch
And I'm in her privates
It ain't got no mileage
She say I'm so stylish
Look like Billie Eilish
I'm just being honest
I need you to myself bitch
But I need some help shit
Take off in that rocket
What's in your pocket
He said he 22, well bitch I keep a 45 And bae
I know it can't be hard to say whats on your mind
And put a J where they can see it, so they know you mine

You can run
But you know you can't hide
So what's up
You better put your hands high
And don't worry bout me baby yeah you know I'm doing fine
Got some niggas that done caught me by surprise
Tell them get up out my way, get up out my way
Got a pistol on my waist, wave it at your face
And I don't want no case i'ma do the race
Trying harder every day working in the rain (In the rain, in the rain rain)