[Intro]

Running and running

Keep on keep running

Can’t [?] a better way

Keep on keep running

[Verse 1]

Riding in that 88, trying to get my papers straight

I used to scream for Bathing Apes

But now I need a place to stay

Conversations change when most you niggas stay the same

Cuz I’m chasing the dream and you fold it just like a paper plane

I place the blame on my shortcomings, on me and that’s it

And I got hip-hop, that’s my wifey, it’s just me and that bitch

It’s that type of love that might just make me bleed at the wrists

It’s like the [?] or a piece with the grip

I’m putting heat in the clip and I’m squeezing that bitch

And I done turned into a dog, but all these fleas on me itch

I might not know where I’m going, but I see what I get

This is as G as it gets, it’s like I’m eating for 6

Without a reason to live is a reason to die

Momma I know you ain't ok, there ain't no reason to lie

I got the pieces and I ‘bout to put them together

I was good for you never, but now I’m good for whatever

It’s loyal

[Hook]

Naw, you ain't the real

You ain't the chosen one

Catch me in the field

I‘m probably rolling something

Tell me how you feel

And baby show me something

Naw, you ain't the real

You ain't the chosen one

Catch me in the field

I‘m probably rolling something

Tell me how you feel

And baby show me something

And baby show me something

[Verse 2]

When your life is on the line, what won’t you do?

My daddy called me all the time, like “don’t lose you”

There’s gon’ be a lot of haters that hope you do

But you only got to travel down the road you choose

I’m talking freedoms

I’m talking loyalty

I’m talking kingdoms

I’m talking royalty

Gotta pay my momma back for all the times she spoiled me

When she ain't even had the dough she made me a priority

So now I’m bussing, bussing until my clip dried

Don’t ever put your trust in nothing, that’s what I live by

I’m done with all this fucking struggling and trying to get by

Now we on our incline like they left the bench high

And I ain't got to win no Grammys dawg, just play me at your barber shop

I do this for my family dawg, that’s why this shit’s so hard to stop

Shawty tried to tread me, but I pulled out like a parking spot

I’m straight flames, you spark a lot

I bring light to the darkened spot

[Hook]

Naw, you ain't the real

You ain't the chosen one

Catch me in the field

I‘m probably rolling something

Tell me how you feel

And baby show me something

Naw, you ain't the real

You ain't the chosen one

Catch me in the field

I‘m probably rolling something

Tell me how you feel

And baby show me something

And baby show me something