Ran It Up

(Vela you made this?)

[Chorus: NH$ Kenzo]
Remember those hard days, when I couldn't go back to sleep
You's soft lil' nigga, that's why sidewalk for these streets
Ain't ducking no action, just link me when you wanna meet
And I know they out to get me, so I pray my soul to keep
Remember those hard days, when I couldn't go back to sleep
You's soft lil' nigga, that's why sidewalk for these streets
Ain't ducking no action, just link me when you wanna meet
And I know they out to get me, so I pray my soul to keep

[Verse 1: NH$ Kenzo]
And I pray my soul to keep
When I gotta keep my heat
Remember when I [?]
I know this life was for me
Gotta watch out for police
She a dog, give her a treat
She eat it up, bon appétit
She clean it up, she so neat
G-26 watch out it beats, uh
Blood drippin' just like a stream
No Martin Luther but I had a dream
Then I woke up to serving the fiends
Went to Bass Pro just for a beam
It was so messy how I left the scene
Real big dawgs and you look real mean
He a gun man so I make him gun lean
Watch how they block get pressed, dry clean
They had to call 23
DJ catch a rebound with the green beam
Then I dunk on 'em call us the dream team
[?] 'cause it's [?]
They watch me, and they copy
Got your bitch here wanna top me, but after I done I give her back
While I kickback, and smoke that gas
You was due for years that's crazy I passed
They was laughing now they mad
They like Kenzo how you running so fast
Then I had to double up and overlap
These niggas sliding, yeah that's cap
You weren't in the passenger or in the back
Put a switch on a glizzy, yeah now it's a Mac

[Verse 2: ?]
Don't make the right lil' nigga get packed
Under the 10 where we serve that pack
We flip that pack, to make that back
We hit that trap, to make that sack
G-26 put a switch on that, uh
Now your nigga laying flat, uh
Put a nigga on a map, uh
How you feeling 'bout that, uh
Had to get up off my ass, uh
I bet them bands'll make her dance, uh
She suck a nigga with no hands
I do what I want, you do what you can
This foreign drip came from France
It's either he dead or he can't stand
Check the score lil' nigga we up, my niggas be smoking your mans
I hurt my hand in the kitchen when I was playing with pots and pans
I knew we was making it when the scale said we're loading grams
And momma know I was lost child, she found a .30 in my pants
And don't think it's sweet lil' nigga, I'll leave you where you stand (Uh)