Lyrics Run It (feat. Teon Gibbs & D4wn) - Oboise

Call me a king or just call me your majesty
So fucking high like I'm beefing with gravity
Look at these niggas like why are you mad at me
I been the truth and these niggas ain't half of me
Damn, I just been burning the calories
They do the most and I do it so casually
I been a problem just spreading out anarchy
I am the trillest ain't no one as bad as me
Damn, I got some head and it turned to a scholarship
I need a bitch that just move like a silencer
I am a nigga that keep all my promises
I am a nigga that need no acknowledgements
Pay for the clout and they give you allowances
None of its real I just know that it's counterfeit
Fuck all these haters I come out on top of it
Fuck all the haters I come out on top of it. Whoa
I'm just not a fan of the way that way you move
I'm beating out niggas that's buying they views
Fuck all that fake shit I just speak the truth
Been workin so hard I got too much to prove
Addicted to women I need them in twos
King of the jungle the lion is loose
Don't trust these niggas they lying to you
They'll never stop me. Got too much to prove

Had a thought in my head, I just brought it to life & I started to run it
Talks of Infinity popping, still felling myself and I can't even stop it
I went from the talking to walking, from plotting to stacking. I started to love it
Now that they know what I'm on, swear they don't even want it. Don't even want it
Scrapers and choppers
Came out the gutters
Trend on my covers, the aeroplane papers
Might be symbolic
Or be so iconic
The people's Adonis
I need me a goddess
Look all around
Far from the ground
Getting so high, think I'm touching the cloud
I just took a browse with the chrome while I sat on my throne, I was taking off crowns

Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
We got it on lock, we doing it big, we making the moves
We don't gotta talk, we walking the walk, they see how we do
You talking to winners and lyrical killers, you try it you lose
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa

Look
Don't tell me shit
If it ain't green I don't know what it is my Nigga
Pull up, straight like this
Flow mean but still too clean like yea
I'm way up
If you still asleep better wake up
Don't know nobody like this
Don't know nobody like this
Oh shit I'm in it! Call it your bitch
Temperature rising but don't give a shit
I don't got no patience so watch where you're stepping
Las Gidi the city I'm repping
Here's my confession
Stop all that stressing
You live and you learning
That was the message

Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
We got it on lock, we doing it big, we making the moves
We don't gotta talk, we walking the walk, they see how we do
You talking to winners and lyrical killers, you try it you lose
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa
Run It. Run it. Run it. Whoa