Killer Mike – RUN Lyrics

RUN Lyrics By Killer Mike (feat. Young Thug & Dave Chappelle)

God don’t like ugly, I ain’t one to judge (Judge)
Whole, whole lot of gold cubans weigh a ton (Ton)
Say I kept it solid when it’s all said and done (Said and done)

All I know is keep goin’, run, n!gga, run (Run)
Momma told me “Never fold, run, n!gga, run” (Run)
Like Jenny told Forrest Gump “Run, n!gga, run” (Run)
The race to freedom ain’t won, run, n!gga, run

Had to make it out the red clay, run, n!gga, run
The west side of Atlanta, yeah, that were I’m from (Flatland)
Outside, I was hands on like a glove (Batman)
Movin’ like my n!gga N.O.R.E., eatin’ on the run (Run)
Still an underground king and that’s word to Bun (Bun)
Locked in like Rice Street without a bond (Bond)
I was playin’ with the powder way before LeBron (LeBron)
My wife was a born red head, but now she a blonde
Politicians lie and your favorite rapper is a con (Con)
Don’t check for me without a check for me, that’s a hund’
All the Ls I wear is followed by Vuitton (Louis)
Get money and the power, teach them while they’re young
Hmm, blessed to make it out the slumps, run, n!gga, run (Run)

All I know is keep goin’, run, n!gga, run (Run)
Momma told me “Never fold, run, n!gga, run” (Run)
Like Jenny told Forrest Gump “Run, n!gga, run” (Run)
The race to freedom ain’t won, run, n!gga, run

This for the ones that never won (Won)
Hurt feelin’ goin’ numb (Numb)
Beat the odd like a drum (Drum)
Run, run, n!gga, run (Run, yeah)
Run, run, n!gga, run (Run, yeah)
Run, run, n!gga, run

I put some brand new Margiela on my b****
Thinkin’ the same, but it ain’t bankin’ the same
I put some brand new Margiela on my b****
Thinkin’ the same, but it ain’t bankin’ the same
I put a brand new fluoresce on her wrist
I bought that b**** a new Patek Plain Jane
This a bigger boat, we ain’t sinkin’ the same
This a PJ, we are not on the same plane
Yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, Goddamn)
Yellow diamonds like the sun (Yeah)
And I keep it one of one (Yeah)
Run (Take off)
Trappin’ out, I’m mama’s son
Now a n!gga on the run
Now a n!gga shootin’ fun
Oh-oh (Ooh-oh)
I keep this sh!t on a tightrope
On a PJ with no night clothes
We just had f***ed, why it’s tight though?
Why is you tight?
I signed the check like a typo
Rescue the trenches, all of the kiddies
We gon’ escape on a yacht boat
We gainin’ weight like Big Pun, run, n!gga, run
Installin’ this sh!t in my son, run, n!gga, run
Green interior, lawn, run, n!gga, run
Dr. Martin boots when I come, run, n!gga, run

All I know is keep goin’, run, n!gga, run (Run)
Momma told me “Never fold, run, n!gga, run” (Run)
Like Jenny told Forrest Gump “Run, n!gga, run” (Run)
The race to freedom ain’t won, run, n!gga, run

This for the ones that never won (Won)
Hurt feelin’ goin’ numb (Numb)
Beat the odd like a drum (Drum)
Run, run, n!gga, run (Run, yeah)
Run, run, n!gga, run (Run, yeah)
Run, run, n!gga, run