RUN - Intellectual

[Intro]

(What? Ayy)

(Bitch) ayy

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run (Ayy)

Run, run, run, run

Run (Ayy), run (Ayy), run (Ayy), bitch

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run (Okay)

Run, run, run, run

Run 'til I cannot feel my fuckin' feet

I walked into his crib, I got some metal that (Ayy) he gotta meet (Bitch)

Run, run 'cause I ain't got a lot to need

I'm takin' all that shit and more because it's kept away from me

Run 'cause I want your life, I'm more than greed

I'm that evil presence in your chest (Ayy) that you all pray (Ayy) to leave (Bitch)

Run, I-I'm a product, I'm a horror scene

Perfect puzzle piece to fuckin' fit inside the war machine

New chop (Ayy), got a new (Ayy) job (Ayy) for a different grade (Ayy)

Bullets everywhere, I keep my head down so I don't get grazеd

I just used my last mag, saw my homie take onе to the face

Maintaining composure, pray (Ayy) to God I (Ayy) won't end up that way (Okay)

I just wanted finer things and comfort, now I'm here today (Ayy)

Scared I'll never see 'em, when above my head, I see grenades

Turn around and look at my environment in disarray

Find another chop, look at the enemy I make 'em fuckin'—

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run (Yah-yah-yah-yah), run

Run, run, run, run

Run (Ayy), run (Ayy), run (Ayy, yah-yah-yah-yah), bitch

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run (Yah-yah-yah-yah), run

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run (Yah-yah-yah-yah), run