50wayTae - Dont Run Lyrics

Shit be way to easy
I can't rap about no killings
My flows ain't never even
How I rap reflect my feelings
I rather hear the facts
Them niggas cap
It ain't appealing
Prayed to God for Panoramic
See the rapture through the ceiling
Every nigga claim they hard
I'm this way kuz of my heart
I ain't think I would protect it
At least it seemed that way to start
But you give yourself applaud
If it's a battle then you won
I'm prepared to go to war
You may think you seen the finish
Bitch my story just begun
Pistols helped us prosper
I won't say we used no weapons
Learned to keep it in the circle
We don't need to make connections
Lot of bows and cereals
But we ain't even eating breakfast
When I realized it
Too late
The bitch I needed was Alexus
She
Had to be an angel
Was mistreated but a blessing
Still healing from the wrongs
From a misleading adolescence
One way to play yo cards
Make sure you ace it if they testing
The one I thought as gangsta
Threw up B's and drove a Lexus
Heard he died before he shot it
Kuz them niggas hesitating
Niggas shooting with they eyes closed
Like they meditating
I be in the trap house
Pharmacy for medication
Get me anxious
Got me all sedated
Got me elevated
And I ain't never hated
On the next man
I ain't hated on my brothers
I know my momma ain't have em
We was still there for each othe
Don't check under the bed
Kuz all the monsters undercover
Won't let em take my momma son
I put that on my mother
I ain't scared to say I love her
Lying if I say I trust her
Let a nigga or a bitch play
They dying if they touch her
But I still say it's f*ck her
But I love her when I f*ck her
Ask God to take control
While we tryna ball like 2K
Stay on niggas heads
Because they fake as f*ck like toupees
Love the way she taste
But I'm all in her mouth like toothpaste
I ain't sleep in two days
God telling me son you can't
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
From your problems
Don't Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Go resolve em
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
From your problems
Don't Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Go resolve em
All my life been fighting
You can call me Tyson
Yeah yeah
We learned about percs
While they was Mike N Ike's
Yea yea
I won't stop for nun
Like I ain't got my License
No
No
Fifty on this gun
Got a switchy with a drum
And it
Leave blood all in your lungs
And Shit
He focused on the money shit
No trucking he ain't funding shit
Keep it on the low
Nobody know he still be running shit
Said it was for life
But it ain't work so now he done with it
Never in a thousand years
I thought it'd ever come to this
Pulled myself right up out of yo life
But used to cum in it
Told em' f*ck the trapping
And we all on Mr Drummond shit
Told me how you felt
But it was fake on some Mclovin shit
So I'm no longer trusting shit
Bitches know what come with this
Seen the cookie crumbling
In jungle shit we rumbling
Better leave yo whip
Or it get flipped
We'll have it tumbling
Can't even reminisce
I had to leave you in my past
Well
At least you get a piece of me
In all the love I had
I'll give momma all the riches
Kuz she kept us out rags
Once I saw the day it ended
Never thought I would be glad
How else I'm supposed to feel
You put my feelings in the trash
Ask God to take control
While we tryna ball like 2K
Stay on niggas heads
Because they fake as f*ck like toupees
Love the way she taste
But I'm all in her mouth like toothpaste
I ain't sleep in two days
God telling me son you can't
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
From your problems
Don't Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Go resolve em
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
From your problems
Don't Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Go resolve em