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Runnin’ It Up Explicit contentE

kachow

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Lyrics

Intro

Yeah...

I ain't got shit to prove,

I just got shit to lose.

Fuck what they heard.

Verse 1

I came from the bottom, had to crawl through the dirt,

Everybody showed love till they saw what I'm worth.

Now they wanna shake hands, wanna act like we worked,

Bitch, you wasn't in the room when I slept in that hurt.

I got scars I don't show, got some shit I don't speak,

Had to learn real quick, ain't no friends when you weak.

Everybody talk tough, till it's time to get deep,

All that barking online, face to face, barely speak.

I don't chase no clout, I don't beg no respect,

I just stack every dollar, put the past in a check.

You was busy talking, I was plotting my next,

Now I'm everything they doubted, that's a hell of a flex.

Hook

Fuck what they say, I ain't hearing that shit,

Came too far, can't be turning back, bitch.

Cold-ass heart with a permanent switch,

If it ain't about money, don't mention my shit.

No handouts, no favors, no love,

Had to build this shit straight from the mud.

They want my spot, but they ain't built for the pressure,

I been through hell, now the pain made me better.

Verse 2

I got people switching sides like a season change,

Same ones screaming loyalty be the first to change.

I don't even get mad, I just remember names,

Funny how they want the credit but avoided the pain.

I was down bad, pockets looking anorexic,

Now the whole damn room wanna act connected.

I don't trust compliments, half that shit pathetic,

They'll smile up in your face, then go move all deceptive.

I ain't no fucking hero, I got flaws and regrets,

Got a head full of pressure and a heart full of debt.

Every loss taught a lesson, every win got a test,

I ain't made it where I'm going, I ain't finished just yet.

Hook

Fuck what they say, I ain't hearing that shit,

Came too far, can't be turning back, bitch.

Cold-ass heart with a permanent switch,

If it ain't about money, don't mention my shit.

Outro

No fake love.

No fake friends.

No apologies.

I remember how it started.

And I ain't forgot a damn thing.

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