[Intro]
(Oh, you can't run)
One time, one time
For myself, though
Always give back, you feel me?
To y'all, that is
(Oh, you can't run)
I be the one that need it most though, straight up
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Since five, you feel me?
I had "Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang" bumpin'
Really how I live, partner, we ain't stuntin'
For my nigga [Ty Dios?] [0:26], I ain't hoopin'
But the kids love me like I'm Teenage Mutant, Foot Clan snoopin'
Young buck wanna rate us at [?] [0:32], check out the irony
Same folks hate what I'm doin' tend to admire me
In the dead zone when I'm successful, new lost cause
Act like she got her shit together, but a lost cause
Ram Club checks, come and look at how my seat changed
Magic flow, Penny before the knee pain
Quit my job, what's the odds of me becoming rich still?
People tryna get close like eatin' at the Fifth Wheel
Pre-game, we came, that's a potluck
Hoes like moles at an arcade, they pop up
No fun and games, every sentence long like I fuck with Kane
Everything we do is private just to get some public fame
Trick or treat in my city for more than Kit-Kats
Learned about snakes being a gym rat
Life took my breath away, then mother nature gave me my wind back
Showing out so I can do a show and get me ten stacks
Shit, that's like a mil' to a table without a meal
World full of color, [?] [1:19] white like I'm Jaleel
For the green, I'ma blackout, talkin' about grey skies
Man, I do this well like Patti LaBelle make pies
Pray for me, man, I'm tryna raise hell but pay tithes
Snappin', known for it like 55th and steak fries
Can't fuck with me, never do acknowledge, I just skate by
Niggas give a salty look and bitches give me fake "hi's"
That's cool with me, man, I'm on some shit that you ain't heard about
I'm talkin' that -ism, bruh, this shit they gotta learn about
They actin' like we just now doin' somethin' clean
Blackin' out before the blackout, my nigga, fuck you mean?
[Interlude]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh, you can't run), yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
[Verse 2]
Look, only rapper who beat Devils
Got me a degree from Chapel Hill, still speak ghetto
Nonchalant when I'm off the lala, he mellow
Make her puddin' pop every night she give me Jell-O
Drove a van with the fam just tryna feed me and fellow
Only [?] [2:12] some niggas had at school was green and yellow
Childhood comin' back, heard that they freein' [?] [2:17]
Family stayed first, it's only right that I keep a medal
Town like a Vegas campus, look, you seein' Rebels
Board a plane high, then tell the pilot to reach my level
Coincidentally went from rockin' J's to Roc-A-Fella
All my brothers know I'm smart, treat me like Donatello
Middle finger to you niggas reppin' my city wrong
Had us lookin' bad, thank God that I'm livin' strong
Bruh, this shit is stupid, 'bout as stupid as my flow get
If you don't know who GQ is, nigga, you don't know shit
At my mama house on the couch lookin' at old pics
Having flashbacks to the winter, ain't been cold since, hmm
If life a war, then I just want my army fed
Why you all up in my business? You actin' like Karlie Redd
Reservation only, I make sure to call ahead
Lay it down real smart, this beat is just a Harvard bed
I talked to [Fro?] [2:59] the other day, he been in ten plus
The world is art, they got my nigga paintin' with a thin brush
Reason why I be treatin' every day like we can die
I really do this shit, it ain't no, "Least I tried," my nigga
[Outro]
(Oh, you can't run)
(Oh, you can't run)
Can’t Run was written by GQ.
Can’t Run was produced by 9th Wonder.