Why Run Songtext
Caught up in the streets, we don't know where to go
Riding in the city, blowing heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it, so why run? (Why run? So why run?)
You could go out blazing (Story time), let's just be patient, why run?
Bullets ricochet
Shot from stick in restricted space
I lost young homie, was only eighteen, it hit his face (Yeah)
They said that gun fired accidental
A fallen peer was the pеnalty, pray his soul went on to a better placе
They called him K Bone, but I knew him as Kevin
He used to run with all the eight-Os and a few seven-sevens
I used to say, "Stay out the way, bro, I've known you since eleven"
You never really liked boxing, now you hotboxing in heaven
You threw Pop Rocks in nonstop
You would ride that dirt bike with lawnmower motor over to my spot and watch us ride, throw from shoulders
Cali far from open carry state, so no open holster
We tuck that pistol in waist and tighten that belt like a choker
Fighting, that felt like a rush until ego suffered
Emotions flew high and tempers made us use that force, it's strong with you, Yoda
The fuck is wrong with you, bro?
Your parents got bread and you chose
To run with them niggas that's with that bullshit, your rodeo's over
Rest in peace
Caught up in the streets, we don't know where to go
Riding in the city, blowing heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it, so why run? (Why run? So why run?)
You could go out blazing, let's just be patient
Sometimes I feel like I wasn't made for this world, but the one thereafter
Where the young share laughter
And they lunch pail carry good word from the pastor
Every good girl got a dad
Very good man, heavy in his lil' bag with a plan to bury a lil' magic
Hoping that a tree grow from that young passion
In my world, if we the ones you shoot at, we shoot back
They'll beat your ass blue-black for just two racks
Peel your cap for one more stack
Leave your mattress looking just like a basket with your fruit snack
Splattered in the paint, I'm heavy off back, you ain't no two Shaqs
Even if you never bang, they be asking where your roof at
Where you from, lil' nigga? Ain't no Cusack
Ain't no stage, ain't no cameras, just action that light your match
But you gotta move like they can't hold you back
Facts, nigga, don't get c— don't get—
Caught up in the streets, we don't know where to go
Riding in the city, blowing heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it, so why run? (Why run? So why run?)
You could go out blazing, let's just be patient, why run?
Riding in the city, blowing heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it, so why run? (Why run? So why run?)
You could go out blazing (Story time), let's just be patient, why run?
Bullets ricochet
Shot from stick in restricted space
I lost young homie, was only eighteen, it hit his face (Yeah)
They said that gun fired accidental
A fallen peer was the pеnalty, pray his soul went on to a better placе
They called him K Bone, but I knew him as Kevin
He used to run with all the eight-Os and a few seven-sevens
I used to say, "Stay out the way, bro, I've known you since eleven"
You never really liked boxing, now you hotboxing in heaven
You threw Pop Rocks in nonstop
You would ride that dirt bike with lawnmower motor over to my spot and watch us ride, throw from shoulders
Cali far from open carry state, so no open holster
We tuck that pistol in waist and tighten that belt like a choker
Fighting, that felt like a rush until ego suffered
Emotions flew high and tempers made us use that force, it's strong with you, Yoda
The fuck is wrong with you, bro?
Your parents got bread and you chose
To run with them niggas that's with that bullshit, your rodeo's over
Rest in peace
Caught up in the streets, we don't know where to go
Riding in the city, blowing heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it, so why run? (Why run? So why run?)
You could go out blazing, let's just be patient
Sometimes I feel like I wasn't made for this world, but the one thereafter
Where the young share laughter
And they lunch pail carry good word from the pastor
Every good girl got a dad
Very good man, heavy in his lil' bag with a plan to bury a lil' magic
Hoping that a tree grow from that young passion
In my world, if we the ones you shoot at, we shoot back
They'll beat your ass blue-black for just two racks
Peel your cap for one more stack
Leave your mattress looking just like a basket with your fruit snack
Splattered in the paint, I'm heavy off back, you ain't no two Shaqs
Even if you never bang, they be asking where your roof at
Where you from, lil' nigga? Ain't no Cusack
Ain't no stage, ain't no cameras, just action that light your match
But you gotta move like they can't hold you back
Facts, nigga, don't get c— don't get—
Caught up in the streets, we don't know where to go
Riding in the city, blowing heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it, so why run? (Why run? So why run?)
You could go out blazing, let's just be patient, why run?
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