runna - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Nah, I do what I wanna

If you want snoa on your song, throw a couple hunna'

And that's an even offer

I'm a full-time legend of the underground, part-time pack runner

Fuck it, I'ma make it out, give me a hundred days

I'ma do it if it takes me like a hundred ways

snoa two four seven been the goat since I hit the game

Try and steal my bars and wonder why that shit don't hit the same

You ain't gonna make it to the sky riding different waves

You think you're going up but I know your ship will sink the same

You think you're going up with me but we're in different lanes

I don't see anybody on my level doing it the same

Nah, I do what I wanna

If you want snoa on your song, throw a couple hunna'

And that's an even offer

I'm a full-time legend of the underground, part-time pack runner

I can give your ass a hard time if I wanna

If the label ask me sell my life, I'll tell 'em "Do a runna'"

And fuck your trap line, I'ma shoot your runner

God said I need to spread the light, I'm like "Yes, your honour."

Devilish route is the easy way out

Until he leaves you in the ground, now you got gout

Matter of fact you feel worse than when you started out

But at least you got a crowd and some drugs to thug it out

I used to spend my time staring at the ground

But now I'm going up, and I ain't going out

And trust me I've been working hard, I'm not slowin' down

And I know if I put faith in God, I ain't buggin' out

I've been smoking loud, never running out (Yeah, yeah)

I was on a walk, now I'm running out (Yeah)

If you got a problem, we gon' sort it out (Yeah, yeah)

Put my hands to God, he gon' work it out (Yeah)

People in my circle wanna see me down (Yeah, yeah)

So I do not trust nobody but myself (Yeah)

If you got a problem, we gon' sort it out (Yeah, yeah)

Put my hands to God, he gon' work it out (Yeah)