[ Featuring JENOBLIEE CRIMSON ]
Bitch I'm the runner man, instrumental blues no drummer man
She say that she a fan, shit coincidence, but I been the man
I came out with a plan, I'm outside in a van
Peanut butter with the jam, I feel like Uncle Sam
Kill a cow like a lamb, it feel like a scam
Drink it out from the can, I'm so glad he ran
In the sky not the land, I got a helping hand
Sink too quick in the sand, I build where I stand
Shit is too real, I deal with all my zombies
Told me bout the girls but they talking bout Barbie
I talk all my shit like it's really a hobby
When I drop I know these niggas can't wait to copy
Sorry not sorry, I'm from the safari, dial up the army we having a party
I'm too hardy just like that Nigga Ghandi
When I game I think of this shit like I'm Scotty
You should of guessed I was gonna be that nigga
Pocket full of mud, bank account got figures
You thought I wouldn't be topping but I figured
Don't care what I lose coz I got more to gain
You're playing away but you don't know the game
Why these nigga acting like they insane
Instead of toppy rather she give me brain
I've never made anything that sound the same
I heard these bitches talk too much
I've never made anything that sound the same
Real street nigga in the cut
I've never made anything that sound the same
Time to spare now I'm on go
I've never made anything that sound the same
Your bitch bought a ticket saw her front row
I've never made anything that sound the same
