Run It Up - Mass Appeal, Fashawn, Cantrell

Free shit

Well alright

Look, hmm

We don’t complain, we gon' adjust

I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up

I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up

Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy

Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy

Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy

Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy

Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy

We don’t complain, we gon' adjust

I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up

New chick on my arm, she fine as fuck

Got a soul made of gold and know her worth

Practicing patience for the real to take over

Tell me get 'em, I got 'em, bet that cannon keep focus

And our shit be the livest, and them bitches, they notice

Hold on, don’t tell my mama, I been drinkin' and smokin'

Hold on, don’t tell my woman, I been drinkin' and fuckin'

If you capture this moment, sell that bitch for a lotus

We been workin' and swarmin', Mass Appeal, we too loaded

I been feelin' like Griffey when the bases are loaded, I mean

I’m so official, thorough to the gristle, yeah

My art official, this no artificial, yeah

Don’t know your way, I’ll be your Tommy Pickles, yeah

We too a hundred, we don’t do the fickle, my nigga

We don’t complain, we gon' adjust

I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up

I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up

Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy

Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy

Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy

Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy

Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy

Nah, I don’t complain, I just erupt

In flames, I give a fuck, stains all on my chucks

Banger but it’s tucked, frame all tatted up

And what’s even worse is I came here in a tux

If I aim, you are in danger, you should duck

From the terrain where that language is a must

Santiago, government name just ain’t enough

My words leap off of the page and run amuck

Run it up, too blunted, double dutch, blue hundreds

New haters make me bulletproof somethin', who want it?

Cookies on Melrose, might leave with two onions

Strictly for consumption, it’s true, I’m through pumpin'

Blessed, I is, but bled, I did

The young GOAT, it’s funny, everybody said he was the kid

You should know Stro and Ezzi with the biz

07 with the shit, Trell, tell 'em what this is, homie, yeah

We don’t complain, we gon' adjust

I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up

I’m feelin' too fly to fuck it up

Another round, feelin' down on my luck, ayy

Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy

Too blessed to be stressed, run it up, ayy

Run it up, ayy, run it up, ayy

Want the best, nothin' less, run it up, ayy