[Hook Marcus Bank] I run it, run it Aint 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 cant breathe [Verse 1 Marcus Bank] What have we been since then Ive been trying to find the place that comforts you aside from in my arms But, I dont know what you want, oh So many haters, I dont fuck with one of em I try to please em all, they just coming back They dont got my back Hope one day they got it Imma still do me Just like did Yo Gotti Imma still go hard, I aint on to something Imma drink a lot, like Im going to party Imma smoke some more, cause my lifes retarded Way too busy man, I need to slow down, fuck it You know the life I lived, before the slightest while Wasnt 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 arent there I call that my life, welcome to my side [Hook Marcus Bank] I run it, run it Aint 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 cant breathe [Verse 2 Word Problems] Too good to be true man Im 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 wasnt 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 Thats 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 couldve replicated reapers While separating your sneaks Cold feet through the heaters No I aint a preacher, or thief politician either Im 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 Im 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 Aint 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 cant breathe
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