Running Wild - CunninLynguists

Everybody running wild, yeah

Tell me what to do

What the fuck is goin' on?

Well I know, well I know, well I know

So many baby mamas around we are all some motherfuckers

Surf’s Up but it ain’t on some motherfucker

Most kingpin rappers is also undercover

Sleeping with the enemy on some under covers

Tide rolled in, bread so thin

Gotta keep corn on me like Thanksgiving

Still smoking, like the barrel of young ones

With big guns that will face grown men

Got guts 'till they see their stomach lining

I’m not fishing for compliments but keep a line in

Seeing the world like Jack with an axe

Peeking through the door towards the end of The Shining

Uhh!

Robbing and rhyming is my drug

Not only the block but the microphone I hug

Tsunami flow, suckers act like they don’t know

But there will never be another MC like me 'till 5004

There will never be an MC like you 'till 5004?

(Yup)

I rap like none of these rappers on earth, I’m not your average Joe

Space age pimpin' first verse now they have to protect the ho

All the way winos, trips and players in front the liquor store

Altercations and drama, riding around with them Lamas

Growing up in the ghetto where kids sell dope to their mamas

Bullet shells echo, men dead in the alley

It took nine hours for the coroner to come and pick up the body

Everybody running wild, yeah

Tell me what to do

What the fuck is goin' on?

Well I know, well I know, well I know

Say what I’ve seen, night time dream

(Evidence) that my life is serene

But the world don’t turn off evil regimes

Men will earn, getting burned for cream

It’s the same dots behind clouds and raindrops

Suns explode with rays of stray shots

It’s like drive-by murder when it stays hot

They shot the ground and grazed the grey lots

Grey box, same two-three steppin'

Blue jeans, blue hat, I need a weapon

Who’s next to play the execution of a chump?

When the shit go down we’ll see who choose to jump

Hey, can feel my hairs rise from the tension

On gentrified drive, you can smell the intent

I think the streets on fire with the engine

As the world burns let me turn to my incense

A nigga can’t sleep, they doing housecalls

All in the streets people living like outlaws

Listen to the fault line, you can hear the ground talk

'Till the clouds fall fear rains like drought’s off

Under the city lights, within shadows

Many men sling ground-stained Amaretto

Loud screams drowning out the whistle from the kettles

You can’t run from it, keep bringing you the ghetto

Everybody running wild, yeah

Tell me what to do

What the fuck is goin' on?

Well I know, well I know, well I know