Running Numbers - Berner, Cozmo

What?

New stamps in my passport

I always dream big but be careful what you asked for

'Cause power got me naughty, I’m riding dirty 'cause I’m at war

Block with no serial, wrap the bitch with duct tape

Just slide to Hawaii, different level run rate (deep shit)

It’s hard to have faith with all this nonsense

All the back and forth been fucking with my conscience

Table full of convicts, three or four bosses

Boxes full of cash, take it home and wash this (wash this)

Crib in the hills now, even grab the lake house

Girls doing blow in the bathroom at the steakhouses

I bust all face down, used to ride the greyhound

I buy my own bus, I’m always out of state now

The city was my playground, shout to the dope fiends

That cleared the car windows when I visited with home team

Whole team got hundred on their left hand (left hand)

Blue beach in the cuts with the red sand (red sand)

Car service for the day cars what’s the plan

I step on hold blocks you barely touch the ground

Me and fam had it lit 400 summers

Real ones you ain’t taking nothing from us

On the blocks watching out for the undercover

God watching above us, we running out

Now we off to the races (races)

Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous

Now we off to the races (races)

Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous

Well I didn’t call you the adios, this is the God’s flow

Hopping up the Maybach, coping, working, nobody’s off

When I was broke having doubts, I had to tap it out

Work on the way just got the call, that the package out

Spent my last when I ain’t have it tryna kill the gang

You could never feel my pain, we ain’t built the same

Took a loss, had to find a new grind but never hate

'Cause I knew I’d get mine in due time

Told my wife, «Forgive me I ain’t know who to love»

I was out moving drugs me and my Cuban plug

Real talks with killer’s, I never leaked a word

My little homie copper zippy tryna reach a bird (bird)

You coul hear the tires screeching through the city nice

Invest my money and flip it twice I did it right

No one to trust, I riding solo 'cause they all fake

I’m going out like the last scene in scar-face

Pacino riding dirty with a hundred pack

Put a couple point on top then I run it back

Move low key dog I stay to myself

I’m focused on equity and generational wealth, yeah (that's Gotti)

Me and fam had it lit 400 summers

Real ones you ain’t taking nothing from us

On the blocks watching out for the undercover

God watching above us, we running out

Now we off to the races (races)

Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous

Now we off to the races (races)

Yeah, run anonymous (run anonymous), run anonymous

(I-I feel all baby)