Run It

[Hook: Marcus Bank$]
I run it, run it
Ain't no one gonna take me off my feet
I run it, run it
Nobody gonna stand my ground but me
I run it, run it
Nobody gonna do it quite like me
I run it, run it
Wanna make that cash 'til I can't breathe

[Verse 1: Marcus Bank$]
What have we been since then
I've been trying to find the place that comforts you aside from in my arms
But, I don't know what you want, oh
So many haters, I don't fuck with one of 'em
I try to please 'em all, they just coming back
They don't got my back
Hope one day they got it
I'mma still do me
Just like did Yo Gotti
I'mma still go hard, I ain't on to something
I'mma drink a lot, like I'm going to party
I'mma smoke some more, cause my life's retarded
Way too busy man, I need to slow down, fuck it
You know the life I lived, before the slightest while
Wasn't my style, all of my problems going wild
Ohh
Who do you call, who do you call when you got fake friends
How do you live, how do you live when they just pretend
What do you say, what do you say when the words aren't there
I call that my life, welcome to my side

[Hook: Marcus Bank$]
I run it, run it
Ain't no one gonna take me off my feet
I run it, run it
Nobody gonna stand my ground but me
I run it, run it
Nobody gonna do it quite like me
I run it, run it
Wanna make that cash 'til I can't breathe

[Verse 2: Word Problems]
Too good to be true man I'm so for real
Mixture of the black thoughts, Lauryn Hills
Absorb the thrill, spoke with alluring will
And make the whole crowd boast "yo the boy been ill"
I wasn't born to kill, I was adorned with that soulful thrill
The one that make you wanna smoke and chill
But underestimate blunt behavior in the Everglades
Snake hit you back and fraction with the venom rage
Nowadays everybody talking killing fakes
But that would only leave you at the prison gates
That's two gone for the price of one
I take a penny for the thoughts give it right to slums
Because in the time of guns
All abide because the shine will run
Blind brighter than the light from sun
Funny how a little barrel could've replicated reapers
While separating your sneaks
Cold feet through the heaters
No I ain't a preacher, or thief politician either
I'm just a human being reaching for his inner leisure
Peace to all of my demons thieving at the mind
Yin and Yang balancing through the passages intertwined
And it tore me apart, endorphins be morphing to glorious art
Picture the story of forties and liquor ingested the venom to End all my triggers but all I had found I look right down the Barrel and stared in the eyes of Medusa while flared up
Artificial flight caught up in the night, sight a cop car, running For my life, trudging through the strife, trouble was a vice
I'm on a new level rushing for my light
Finally came down, at the floor all immense force rain now, uh

[Hook: Marcus Bank$]
I run it, run it
Ain't no one gonna take me off my feet
I run it, run it
Nobody gonna stand my ground but me
I run it, run it
Nobody gonna do it quite like me
I run it, run it
Wanna make that cash 'til I can't breathe