Текст песни Run It - Ze11a feat. Moby Kaulione

Finesse how I wanna finesse
This shit natural though, right? Nah, for real
Niggas be hating cause nigga fucking everything
And nigga getting all the chips in the hood
This a nigga hood, what you expect?
Welcome to Flight School

Do my best to stay free, I'm B-U-S-T-A free
Fuck around with that Flight School, so fuck you, bitch pay me
Yeah, that's the way that they raised me
That's the game that they gave me
Got my ways from the old heads, so that shit you said don't faze me
Pussy nigga don't skate me, disrespectful I may be
Been the same nigga since day one, gon' be the same nigga on day three
My tool ain't never on safety (no)
I ain't trying to get caught slipping like Richard Porter but AZ
My mind's on my money, money's on my mind
I'm on my 50 Cent shit, like I'mma Get Rich or I'mma Die Tryin'
I'm starting to feel like Kendrick, I'm like bitch don't kill my vibe
I'm just trying to mind my business while you bitches worry 'bout mine
Cause I'm my own man with my own plan, represent for that home town
Call it hard up in the paint, yeah you can call it a ball game
Like KD and LeBron James, my shots sweep from that long range
One bring the thunder, one bring the
Heat, that's ambidextrous, both hands
I ain't here to fear no man, from the biggest niggas to the no names
The corporate niggas to the dope man
From the Jigga niggas to the Snowman
So the same dick that you done rolled
In, same dick that you can ride out
You can let them niggas from the cold
In, just don't let 'em in my house
Your sideline need a time out, nigga let me find out
That you ain't 'bout what you be talking '
Bout, you like a politician in the White House
It's showtime, it's lights out, you wanna know what this life 'bout?
Just jump up on your surfboard, jump in the water, get wiped out
You might swim or you might drown, niggas know what I'm talking 'bout
Man keys to this lifestyle be y'all in to go all out
They gon' bird feed you when you start
Out, take it easy nigga, stall out
Stack your paper nigga, make your cheese
And nigga then proceed to just ball out
Like you plump plump, you going out, cops come, you going down
Steady bumping dope out your house, you
Better hope the po-po don't slow you down
Cause you know your wodie done sold you out
All your business he done told it out
Now you 'bout to go catch a jolt, so
You know them hoes'll go hold you down
And it's fucked up but it's real, fuck, it is what it is
You helped all them niggas come up, and
They don't even fuck with you and your biz
They don't give a fuck 'bout you and your kids
They don't give a fuck 'bout how you live
I done had to walk around in them
Shoes, so I know exactly how you feel
Ain't got nobody sending no pics, baby phone ain't on
Hoes ain't sending no pics, man what the fuck is going on?
You want me to paint this picture, you be stressing all night long
Don't nobody come to no visits, so I guess you on your own
Just gon' be the same old shit, just keep repeating on and on
You can talk 'til your face purple, 'til the fucking cows come home
Man it's like you going in circles, don't nobody buy it at all
Yeah my homie be my uncle, had God giving us some balls
And it's fucked up but it's real, fuck, it is what it is
Man I ain't seen more pussy niggas like this in all my years
You can't fuck around with them fuck
Arounds and they fuck around like them
You can't be fucking 'round with them fuck
Arounds or you'll fuck around and get killed
Call it