Runnin’ This Town

[Intro: DJ Rob E Rob]
Yo
What up, man?
It's Mister Rob E Rob
Man, we got thisis50.com cypher
Yo, Profit
Talk about it

[Interlude: Profit]
You already know, man
We good as profit
Southside
Profit for telling, telling your story
Coming soon
Listen!

[Verse 1: Profit]
Welcome to backstreets where niggas flip ace and they clap peach
You front, then we hop out the black jeep
Two in the backseat, we got ’em on the run like a track meet
Niggas drive sex if you ask me, actually
I done have Tone to Jessica Ashley
All my ex be, 'cause P is where the cash be
They dealing with a loser, they swimmin' with the cougar
I’m a shooter, they got missiles comin' out of rooters
I brought up the par, I recruit her to get up in the draws
And the Joes who salute her, it's obvious the hooter
Sickest nigga rapping next then have a dime on nickel
But I have respect, put the little nigga in a box
Like bats in nets, put one in his head
Hit the car then I stash the check
And I'm movin' as a fact, cough it then I rap bet
I ain't crossin' as a rapper yet, I'ma smash them yet

[Interlude: DJ Rob E Rob & Vic Damone]
Who dat? Who dat?
Vic Damone, you’re up
Vic Damone, Vic Damone
Check, yo
Do your thing

[Verse 2: Vic Damone]
I don’t know why they can't even mention Queens
Without saying me, cutie in the Juice crew, no symphony
Middle fingers to them fuckboys, they sing for me
Fuck ’em all, buck 'em all, no sympathy
This is how it's meant to be, riding in that drop to the top
No plots of headshots, no Kennedy
We used to share block, dope spot, now we enemies
I used to be a cock, now I'm hot
Is she feeling me? Oh, wait, her name is ’Real As Be'
Killas told me kill the speakers, I be where those killas be
Smokin' on that killer trigger hennessy
Niggas told me, watch when you get old and you be torn
They was right, I had to then redeem myself
Chasing porn, my old tomato, I'm waiting, my supremacy
Niggas be hatin', talkin' blank and they just ending me
Contemplating with Satan as a prison then
Memory lane, kick it in fifth gear, burn 'em up, flames
And runnin' this town, Thisis50, what's hot?
I'm hot now, king of the block then got crowned
My swag so official, stunt game, I heard you
You niggas not ballin' if your car got a commercial
An M-V-P, he M-P-G and flow super un-letted
I'm back to '93, B.I.G. and Bad Boy P. Diddy
Hands down, you niggas is clowns, I'm running this town (Nigga!)

[Verse 3: Trav & Profit]
Lil mama, tell your man I can take you places
Different islands, different coasts with the funny language
Where the use can mention, daily basis
It's say I stunt hard, nah, the sun's takin'
Getting money is a habit, and my, be patient
You can ask my niggas, swag, my religion
I threw the shift from Queens niggas without a pot to piss in
(Yes sir!)
I hope these niggas hear me, I hope these niggas listen (yeah)
I sniff this game, it's like a stoplight, good movie
Fast port, oh, fast lane putting gas to it
I'm in the game for the change, y'all can have the music
Twenty one on my dash, don't forget the zero
All I need in my life is my destined eagle
The money bad boys in that power dollar sequel
That's that Get Rich or Die Tryin' sequel
They say Trav's all for the block, a little shit for takin'
Yeah, you see me, blowin' on that "What I mean?" green like
Waitin', I came a far way from rotting in a cell
And don't give a fuck about a fit
A house with a boat, where these drug dealers at?
Most of these broke, they down in the jail
And notice that they broke, 'cause all they got is memories
And all I got is hope, I'm heading to the top
Lookin' down at the bottom saying hi to a hater
'Cause I know you right beside of 'em
Yes, spot 'em, red dot 'em, buck 'em like I got the wire
All these rappers tellin' a lie, they finishing the wire
Why you over tire? You need to give it up
I send them, go and drop a bag, my niggas hit you up
(Nah, I'm gonna give it to 'em)

[Outro]
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