Run Down (feat. Kutthroat Ronn & Mg Rokco) Video (MV)

Aye, nigga
Swear to god, look
Spin the block we gone hop out and blam
Shit im focused on knockin' em down, It aint easy tho'
F*ck around make the wrong move and get them people on
Tryna stick to the grind just hit me for what you need and want
Lil mama tryna hit my line when she need the stroke
Lil baby I aint tryna f*ck you I just need the dough
Suckas hate, prolly cause they potna on a T-shirt
No dummy on these songs uh never tell you who we hurt
Big blunts tryna cover the pain
My potna switched, shit I forgive but I wont trust 'em the same
If you aint never struggled we dont come from the same
Niggas was tryna eat shit we was hungry most of them days
I was by myself when i made most of them plays
I dont know who gone fold on me in that jam nigga
Pops died before he left he tried to slam niggas
They just got the upper hand
Suckas got me, i wont let nobody get the ups again
So i rock with my brothers f*ck a mothaf*ckin friend
Told my babies that i got 'em till the mothaf*ckin end
Deal with shit like a man and take everything on the chin
Spin the block we gone hop out and blam
And i been tryna stack my spread while postin' on the gram
In a drug war, had to bury my best friend
End up in the same position, stackin' more than I spend
In the end man these niggas really motor mouth
I just do my own thing, you can gone and count me out
Fake coughin' at the doctor visit for a money oz
Free my big cuddy, still fightin', took his case to trial
Tryna mimic my still but i ain't goin' for it
My boy hit me, got a bell, like what you want for it
I got these bitches hooked I dont even need a chorus
Gettin' to the bread, kinda remind me of these jordan 4s
Run forest when ya potnas see this chop
Niggas hittin' my line askin' me when ima drop
I aint ever changin' cant be somethin' that im not
Tweakin' with the music f*ckin off with my cuddy dott
In the corner easy, drive, pass to assist
It aint easy tho' but shit it is what it is
Tryna get my act together since I had lil sis
Knocked out the bid, fat shout my cuddy kid
Me and bro stay together like martin and tommy
Fendi's with the pennies or Christian Louis Versace
They say they with me but I dont know who really got me
Im rockin' by my lonely, hate these niggas, ima nazi
Stay smokin' on gas pack
Tell me where you at just hit my line if you need that
Yo block, yo section, neighborhood yea im bleedin' that
Niggas talk alot of gangsta shit, i never seen it happen
Some niggas get on the net and do alot of rappin'
Niggas aint active they aint really makin' nothin' happen
Less fortunate livin' I swear to god this shit is tragic
Im still chasin' chicken cause a nigga gotta have it
You say you got some money for me, on the way to grab it
Now i stack it up, I remember I had problems stackin'
I was livin' real triflin' I was livin' nasty
Back in the days man you really couldn't put nothin' past me