Lyrics Run - Katori Walker

Everybody mad at Trump, yeah I know my n*gga
Saying he a racist prick but did you vote my n*gga?
Hell no, my n*gga
But we stand in line for J's
And when that new iPhone come out, we camping out for days
What the f*ck we doing?
I'm just trying to influence sh*t
And here comes a hater, trying to come in and ruin sh*t
And tell me about myself
I know I got problems, I never played perfect
I'm just trying to live a life with purpose
Wrong hood, wrong colour I be f*cking scared
And when that copper pull me over I be f*cking scared
Oh we got beef with North Korea, now I'm f*cking scared
So I'm going to stand here with my hands in the air
Matter fact I'm finna
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Yeah I'm finna
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Never met a n*gga from the street that wanted to be street
Never met a n*gga from the hood that wanted to be hood
Never met a n*gga that was poor that wanted to be poor
Never met a n*gga selling dope that wanted to sell dope
All I know is we trying survive
Don't hire blacks at 9-5
Ain't no choice you gotta grind, you gotta eat your f*cking pride
When someone in your family die, oh you gotta kill 'em then
Oh, he made your momma cry? Grab that thing and drill him then
With this ink inside my pen, I always put the realest in
The darkest ways and darkest days
You can't let your conscious in
I don't seen all kind of sin
Selling pus*y, selling weed
Selling food stamps for a fix, and you ain't even tryna eat
Wonder who I'm tryna be, lights is what I'm tryna see
N*ggas out here dropping like flies, that's why I gotta flee
Greatness, yeah I gotta be, hurt inside is driving me
And I ain't stopping 'til I f*cking get it, that's a guarantee
Yeah I'm finna
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Yeah I'm finna
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Yeah i'm finna run
Run, run
Run, run
Yeah I'm finna run
Run, run
Run, run