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Roadrunner/In the Red Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Swank Davis
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Eric Samuel-Murray




Swank Davis - Roadrunner/In the Red Freestyle Lyrics
Official




I put in pain for this
Just know ya place
I may wait a bit
But I won't chase
300 Plates
Doing the race
Pray we touch back
So my girl know I'm safe
F*ck a penitentiary
I'm building estate
Road running every day
Before it's too late
Stuck in the red
They want me dead
Treat them like statues
Money on ya head
Making plays OT
20 Flavors in a week
Names on our flavors so we smoking AOP
Why he ask for favors and I know that he a leech
Connect off the arm and you know you paying fees
The gas we smoke is potent
I truly mean it
Trap spot showing love Yeah we call it Venus
45 Clutch it like arenas
I be fighting with my demons
Lost my pops and Kobe
So you know
I'm going off the deep end
Get the pack
Flip it back
Audible they tryna say that we in a race
Made to much money in these buildings federalies tryna build a case
Looking over my shoulders pray I make another day
3 Things in life I fear is God death and the jakes
I put in pain for this
Just know ya place
I may wait a bit
I won't chase
300 plates
Doing the race
Pray we touch back
So my girl know I'm safe
F*ck a penitentiary
I'm building estate
Road running every day
Before it's too late
Stuck in the red
They want me dead
Treat them like a statue
Money on ya head
My feet feel sore like I been Runnin marathons
Got be safe 223 in my carry On
Private jet keep it tucked
We just not showing off
Road get spooky
Niggas fighting over area
We in the whip
Gary Payt smoke misting
Me and pali to the chicken Cause time tickin
Feed our family create a Legacy the mission
Gotta keep grinding cause I Knew this shit was written
Age 8 could of lost my life
Arm split down the middle By the blade of a knife
Ambulance scream ain't no Light in his eye
Always with a nigga that Be flashing gang signs
AR bullets 2 dots call it Snake eyes
Gotta thank God that a Nigga stayed alive
Looking over shoulders Ain't no peace in my mind
Living lifetimes on the Road doing crime
Me and pali running Through jects
We ain't carrying no vest
Just a toaster put a hole in Ya neck
We been talking bout APs And pateeks
30 hours running we do Legs and our chest
Take it back to when Niggas talk salty
Mind in the air
Face by the floor seats
You know he not like that Cause the nigga cause Scenes
Situations come f*cked like A porn scene
Road running i been to the Green
To the red
Floating everywhere in Between
In life i go
Can't go back to beginnings
Lord I been sinning
Pray we stay winning
Start the shit right only Think about the finish
Stay long enough turn ya Ass to a turn villian
Add a little grabba till my L Start kickin
Been a bad boy like the 89 Pistons
Could of soaked up game But you niggas never listen
Niggas started plotting so I Had to take my distance
Collect all the bread then Hit the door dippin
Can't be around niggas Always f*cking bitching
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English

I put in pain for this
Just know ya place
I may wait a bit
But I won't chase
300 Plates
Doing the race
Pray we touch back
So my girl know I'm safe
F*ck a penitentiary
I'm building estate
Road running every day
Before it's too late
Stuck in the red
They want me dead
Treat them like statues
Money on ya head
Making plays OT
20 Flavors in a week
Names on our flavors so we smoking AOP
Why he ask for favors and I know that he a leech
Connect off the arm and you know you paying fees
The gas we smoke is potent
I truly mean it
Trap spot showing love Yeah we call it Venus
45 Clutch it like arenas
I be fighting with my demons
Lost my pops and Kobe
So you know
I'm going off the deep end
Get the pack
Flip it back
Audible they tryna say that we in a race
Made to much money in these buildings federalies tryna build a case
Looking over my shoulders pray I make another day
3 Things in life I fear is God death and the jakes
I put in pain for this
Just know ya place
I may wait a bit
I won't chase
300 plates
Doing the race
Pray we touch back
So my girl know I'm safe
F*ck a penitentiary
I'm building estate
Road running every day
Before it's too late
Stuck in the red
They want me dead
Treat them like a statue
Money on ya head
My feet feel sore like I been Runnin marathons
Got be safe 223 in my carry On
Private jet keep it tucked
We just not showing off
Road get spooky
Niggas fighting over area
We in the whip
Gary Payt smoke misting
Me and pali to the chicken Cause time tickin
Feed our family create a Legacy the mission
Gotta keep grinding cause I Knew this shit was written
Age 8 could of lost my life
Arm split down the middle By the blade of a knife
Ambulance scream ain't no Light in his eye
Always with a nigga that Be flashing gang signs
AR bullets 2 dots call it Snake eyes
Gotta thank God that a Nigga stayed alive
Looking over shoulders Ain't no peace in my mind
Living lifetimes on the Road doing crime
Me and pali running Through jects
We ain't carrying no vest
Just a toaster put a hole in Ya neck
We been talking bout APs And pateeks
30 hours running we do Legs and our chest
Take it back to when Niggas talk salty
Mind in the air
Face by the floor seats
You know he not like that Cause the nigga cause Scenes
Situations come f*cked like A porn scene
Road running i been to the Green
To the red
Floating everywhere in Between
In life i go
Can't go back to beginnings
Lord I been sinning
Pray we stay winning
Start the shit right only Think about the finish
Stay long enough turn ya Ass to a turn villian
Add a little grabba till my L Start kickin
Been a bad boy like the 89 Pistons
Could of soaked up game But you niggas never listen
Niggas started plotting so I Had to take my distance
Collect all the bread then Hit the door dippin
Can't be around niggas Always f*cking bitching
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Writer: Eric Samuel-Murray
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