RUN IT DOWN

Thank God that we here again, you know
 This the kinda shit that make you let it go
 Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
 But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin' (Bumpin'), run it down
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin', it's the sound
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 ♪
 Yeah, what's your life like?
 I been on my lonely, tryna write, like
 There ain't no more days up in this life, like
 She said, "Don't be stressin' in the limelight"
 And get your mind right, ayy
 Prayers up, for the most part
 Ain't no chillin' on the sofa
 Head gone, head so far
 In the clouds any minute now
 I should get it now, I already told y'all
 I been tired of the useless
 I been tired of the usin'
 I ain't even talkin' loosely
 Your shit don't move me
 Niggas thinkin' it's a movie
 I just wanna make a move, see
 'Cause it gets like that when your checks ain't stack
 And your money ain't right and you wanna get high
 With 'em and then you're just wastin' time
 And I don't wanna waste no time
 I just wanna get my money
 And I just wanna live my life
 Ain't nobody wanna ride
 Ain't nobody on my side (Woo)
 Ain't no time (Ain't no), ain't nobody on time (Ayy)
 Thank God that we here again, you know
 This the kinda shit that make you let it go
 Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
 But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin' (Bumpin'), run it down
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin', it's the sound
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 Run it down
 Take it a day at a time
 Pray that we all gonna shine
 I seen the darkest of days
 I need a spark and a change
 You got me stuck in my ways
 They pointed fingers to blame
 Really, it's one in the same thing
 And I never wanna be famous
 Something about it be great
 Something about what I make
 I only feel when I'm down
 I been around and back in the lab
 I feel like I'm runnin' around
 I need to be with the fam
 I need to speak with my dad
 Things on my mind
 Thinkin' about everything that we had
 Crusin' in the city, ride slow
 Tryna clear my mind for the most
 Okay, it's alright, I hope
 Only way I know is when I'm-
 Thank God that we here again, you know
 This the kinda shit that make you let it go
 Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
 But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
 Now we got it bumpin', drop it, run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah
 Look
 Feel like a million dollars, I'm tryna holler
 Rememberin' the days when you said that I was a goner
 I ain't gonna lie, man it hit me, like real proper
 Talkin' on the phone for some hours, I had to top up
 Five days past it, oh what a blast
 Them days used to be the good days with my dogs
 Now I'm ATL chillin'
 Look who's back with a soul that's different
 I don't need dead weight, show you what's missin'
 You are only messin' with the pictures, not chasin'
 Funny how they treat you when your love is for the takin'
 You got it wrong, go on, must have been mistakin'
 I ain't even hatin', really just jaded off the bullshit (Ayy)
 New number, new phone, who dis? (Ahh)
 I been tryna turn a new page
 I been around the world, it felt great
 My buddy on it told me, "Keep it 25-8"
 Fuck it, if they love you don't worry 'bout the hate
 Shit gets real when you start to make planes
 And that's just the way, and that's just the way
 And that's just the way it goes (Way it goes)
 That's just the way it goes (Way it goes)
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 I'm really in the cut, no shit (No shit)
 I been workin' twenty-four seven, no flinch (No flinch)
 Ride around the city, ghost ridin' the whip (Skrt)
 Right now couldn't give a fuck what it is
 Right now I been hearin' all the same shit
 Right now got me thinkin, "Is this really it?" (Really)
 Just a young black man tryna get in (Get it)
 Tryna put the pieces to the puzzle, it's a mix
 Black, cut the talkin', put the muzzle on the clique
 Is it realer than it is? I ain't gonna lie
 We just tryna make a dime, are you down with the clique?
 There for the 'Gram, right here, take a pic
 Niggas goin' ham for the ends where I live
 Bitch, I come alive, how you think I made it here?
 They wanna see you down, they don't wanna see you clear
 I come alive, how you think I made it here?
 
 Thank God that we here again, you know
 This the kinda shit that make you let it go
 Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
 But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin' (Bumpin'), run it down
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin', it's the sound
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 ♪
 Yeah, what's your life like?
 I been on my lonely, tryna write, like
 There ain't no more days up in this life, like
 She said, "Don't be stressin' in the limelight"
 And get your mind right, ayy
 Prayers up, for the most part
 Ain't no chillin' on the sofa
 Head gone, head so far
 In the clouds any minute now
 I should get it now, I already told y'all
 I been tired of the useless
 I been tired of the usin'
 I ain't even talkin' loosely
 Your shit don't move me
 Niggas thinkin' it's a movie
 I just wanna make a move, see
 'Cause it gets like that when your checks ain't stack
 And your money ain't right and you wanna get high
 With 'em and then you're just wastin' time
 And I don't wanna waste no time
 I just wanna get my money
 And I just wanna live my life
 Ain't nobody wanna ride
 Ain't nobody on my side (Woo)
 Ain't no time (Ain't no), ain't nobody on time (Ayy)
 Thank God that we here again, you know
 This the kinda shit that make you let it go
 Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
 But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin' (Bumpin'), run it down
 Now we got it (Got it) bumpin', it's the sound
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 Run it down
 Take it a day at a time
 Pray that we all gonna shine
 I seen the darkest of days
 I need a spark and a change
 You got me stuck in my ways
 They pointed fingers to blame
 Really, it's one in the same thing
 And I never wanna be famous
 Something about it be great
 Something about what I make
 I only feel when I'm down
 I been around and back in the lab
 I feel like I'm runnin' around
 I need to be with the fam
 I need to speak with my dad
 Things on my mind
 Thinkin' about everything that we had
 Crusin' in the city, ride slow
 Tryna clear my mind for the most
 Okay, it's alright, I hope
 Only way I know is when I'm-
 Thank God that we here again, you know
 This the kinda shit that make you let it go
 Livin' in a city where it's hard to blow
 But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it's ours for sure
 Now we got it bumpin', drop it, run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', it's the sound
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Now we got it bumpin', run it down
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah
 Look
 Feel like a million dollars, I'm tryna holler
 Rememberin' the days when you said that I was a goner
 I ain't gonna lie, man it hit me, like real proper
 Talkin' on the phone for some hours, I had to top up
 Five days past it, oh what a blast
 Them days used to be the good days with my dogs
 Now I'm ATL chillin'
 Look who's back with a soul that's different
 I don't need dead weight, show you what's missin'
 You are only messin' with the pictures, not chasin'
 Funny how they treat you when your love is for the takin'
 You got it wrong, go on, must have been mistakin'
 I ain't even hatin', really just jaded off the bullshit (Ayy)
 New number, new phone, who dis? (Ahh)
 I been tryna turn a new page
 I been around the world, it felt great
 My buddy on it told me, "Keep it 25-8"
 Fuck it, if they love you don't worry 'bout the hate
 Shit gets real when you start to make planes
 And that's just the way, and that's just the way
 And that's just the way it goes (Way it goes)
 That's just the way it goes (Way it goes)
 Ooh-hoo, hee-hee
 La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha
 I'm really in the cut, no shit (No shit)
 I been workin' twenty-four seven, no flinch (No flinch)
 Ride around the city, ghost ridin' the whip (Skrt)
 Right now couldn't give a fuck what it is
 Right now I been hearin' all the same shit
 Right now got me thinkin, "Is this really it?" (Really)
 Just a young black man tryna get in (Get it)
 Tryna put the pieces to the puzzle, it's a mix
 Black, cut the talkin', put the muzzle on the clique
 Is it realer than it is? I ain't gonna lie
 We just tryna make a dime, are you down with the clique?
 There for the 'Gram, right here, take a pic
 Niggas goin' ham for the ends where I live
 Bitch, I come alive, how you think I made it here?
 They wanna see you down, they don't wanna see you clear
 I come alive, how you think I made it here?