GASHI – Run lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Run) Uh, I'm staring at my ceiling, another day up in this bitch
Parents screaming, you can't lay up in this bitch
I didn't register so everyday I hear 'em bitch
No Plan B, but you know we plan on getting rich
Man, don't complain about my music, 'less you paid for that shit
(I'm made for this shit, made for this shit, uh)
Ain't black or Spanish, they say he's so average
Dress like a faggot, whatever weird you attack it
My music garbage? But you be on it like a bunch of maggots
Put the seven to your back with this pistol, now you a maverick
Dropped class, started dropping classics
If rapping to bring the paper and plastic, back to trappin', uh
Africa made me, New York City raised me
Albanian baby born up in the crazy '80s
Last of a rare breed, that's '89
Mama said "You gon' be fine, thank god that you still alive"

[Hook]
And so I run (Run motherfucker run)
Away from these haters (Ru-run motherfucker run) (x2)
If you ain't fucking with me now (Run motherfucker run)
Don't fuck with me later (Ru-run motherfucker run) (x2)

[Verse 2]
Seeing my parents struggle turned me to a savage
I always been different, that's why I got my ass kicked
Cut from a different cloth and they no longer make this fabric
Too creative for a 9 to 5 to live so average
If she only with you cause you mad rich
Then anybody with money could fuck that bitch
I hope you're listening
Collecting change for fast food, got me acting mad rude
Stress got my hair line going jimmy, time to get my ass chewed
You telling me if I lick cock, rap about these thrift shops
That I would bring four Grammy's back to this block? Fuck that
As long as I got this Glock, with one pop
I, bring my enemies down to earth faster than Chris Rock
Always wanted that Rollie it don't tick tock
You cannot hear me when I'm on my toes like some flip-flops
Chasing on this guop, new face of hip-hop
Flow make your ship drop, I pray I raise the bar
Before one of these haters they lick shots and I'm gone

[Hook (x2)]