Текст песни RUN - ScHoolboy Q , Tyler, The Creator

[Intro: Sc
Hoolboy Q] Fuck you running for nigga?
Aye nigga, come here nigga Let me try that hat on I told you come
over here stupid bitch Come over here with that weak ass hat [Verse:
Tyler, The Creator] All y'all niggas smoking y'all brains out In the
car called life take the lame route Going nowhere fast but you think
that you not Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out In the
drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop At his drop
top, took another lame out Oh you the big nigga?
Took a hit nigga?
Well I hope you understand you ain't shit nigga Cause them niggas
whole purpose is to get niggas And make sure that your mama cry the
pain out Now that gang is out to get you But you stuck in the same
house Nigga never came out,
wow It's a shame how you got sucked in that life But hey man at least
you got a name now They say you a "real nigga" cause you kill niggas
Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel niggas Banana clips
spill, niggas wanna bang out For they approval boy,
you can't even hang out That light you hit,
it was the light I held That's why you never ever see me with my
chains out I don't need to,
truth they don't feed you Lies what they got on their plate,
they gon eat you They got a homie called Karma he gon meet you Better
look the other way if he ever see you And run as
fast as you can, nigga [Outro: Chaz Bundick and Sc
Hoolboy Q] That's the shit I be talkin' bout,
though We ain't try'na hear that shit, my nigga Cuz,
stay preachy cuz Like nigga come on homie I don't wanna hear that
shit, preachy shit my nigga Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz?
I don't give a fuck, nigga Whatchu mean?