Run It

[ Intro ]

Skit : Gluttony is not good, Gluttony is bad

[ Jaylon Musa }

Yea, turn me up Jake
Yea, yea, yea
Kidd Saturday
Let's go

[ Verse 1 Jaylon Musa ]

The god back on the scene now, you niggas know what that mean now/
Kidd Saturday I got here, we done sowed a lot you can't crop what we do and we here for the reap now/
As you can see we out ya reach now/
Our downfall is never you can wish even call ya rev
And pray for it and we'll still remain/
Only time things fall is when they fall together/
The gall of yall thinking I would let up/
A calming storm bout to leave you wet up/
Saddam a bomb drop on you peasants/
A lesson learned when you disrespect us/
Militant, I'm not street but they feel this shit/
Been had heat since the genesis/
If I send a shot from this filled up clip/
I'll put an end to ya talk like the benediction boy

[ Chorus : Jaylon Musa ]

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it
Life is short so i'm living fast
Alcohol in a tall glass, Ima po it up I don't give a damn
Shit Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it
Bitch I made it past 25
Til the day that my casket drop Ima po it up I ain't have a lot shit Run it

{ Verse 2 : Kidd Saturday ]

Venom ( yeah ) Goal line and I'm inches/
Co-signed with the vintage, Vicious ( whew )
Musa they'll prolly keep this out the history
Hold up I'm missin that long sun on them flats/
Days I ain't getting back/ Ah man all that money
Makin might have'em sayin we done changed up
And ain't coming back/ and that's true ( sheesh )
How many nieces I'm trying to please/
Lily a mnd Mavyn wan't that free lane when my timing is up
I can have what they need/ see this music is everything/
Roll with the crew and that's every lane/
Fool with the juice bout to run the game/
Cue for the scoop, man we finessin the shot on the clock
Better check ur frame

[ Verse 3 : Jaylon Musa }

My name remains ingrained In the brains of peers/
It's plain I'm Liu Kang to them/
I brang'em fear the bars is wu tang equipped/
I got a 36 chamber clip, that can sank a ship/
Not a thang, when I aim I hit/
Head shot so you can't defend, can't tame the kid/
The underground I done anchored in/
Give'em time and the Game is his/
Basquiat how I paint this shit/
Box me out you still can't resist/
Box me how ya jab ain't legit/
I body clowns if it came to fist/
The bar is set, the pen sharp cut arm and leg/
I'll forecast on you armageddon stay armed and ready/
I done rose and my thorns are deadly/
Wit the flow don't you dare compare me nigga

[ Chorus : Jaylon Musa ]

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it
Life is short so i'm living fast
Alcohol in a tall glass, Ima po it up I don't give a damn
Shit Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it
Bitch I made it past 25
Til the day that my casket drop Ima po it up I ain't have a lot shit Run it