Birdie - Run Lyrics

Run a man down, run a man down
Talk of the town but I've never been a clown
Wanna see the roads you can see ten toes
Ay you want all the clothes but you've never been bold
Never been true never been true tryin make moves but you ain't got a clue
On a short fuse so you get slapped up
Saying you're tough man I don't give a f*ck
Run with the click roll with the click
Try n test me man ya taking the piss
Come with the brain and I'm still in the game
Leave with the head tryin get that bread
Get that bread get that dough
Come with the lethal genocide flow
I mean all my enemies don't take offence
I leave them tense when I flip them cents

F*ck them haters and f*ck the ho's
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck all my foes
F*ck them haters and f*ck the ho's
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck all my foes
F*ck them haters and f*ck the foes
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck all my ho's
F*ck them haters and f*ck the foes
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck the ho's

Leave me alone, Leave me alone
Only met once stop calling my phone
Skip this track if ya wanna hear kind
Gotta a lot of dirt on my chest and mind
If ya came for the rhymes just look and learn
I'm sat here, watching enemies burn
Should I take care of myself?
When I'm trying reach top shelf

Artist curse gets worse and worse
It gets hard to write a verse
Not for me not for me when I write 3
All I see is P and P
Everyday same old way
Can't escape going under
Can you hear the f*cking thunder!
Come real fast come real fast
Clear as day cause chase cash
Hitting switches on these bitches
Up and down round n round
Bring chocolate you can't stop it
Rolex watches on my notches
Uh yeh you can't fade me bitch!

So Run a man down, run a man down
Talk of the town but I've never been a clown
Tryin shift pounds tryin move them weights
Midlands kids trying bake some cakes
I don't mean Keys meaning income
If you got green at home then bring some
Talkin bout weed or am I lying
Come n ask me you'll end up flying
I'll be ghost and you'll be toast
Getaway car sat back and coast
Off to the strip then back to the crib
Little bit of dis in my cup then sip
Off for a piss then back to the rave
So many pill heads in my face
Feeling the bass then move to a babe
Can't think straight cause I'm f*cked off...

Uh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Run though you, run though you
Do what I want, what the f*ck ya gone do
Leading the wolves, into the scene
Don't mind me just making my dream
Feeling the flame from my name
Can't take shots cause ya not in frame
Put in the work that's my perk
Notice I don't have them twerk
Don't need them hits I do bits
Cause some girls just can't handle my dick
Sorry for that stay on track
Don't step up to the mic you're f*cking whack you're f*cking whack ay
Guess I'm the reason that rap is back

F*ck them haters and f*ck the ho's
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck all my foes
F*ck them haters and f*ck the ho's
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck all my foes
F*ck them haters and f*ck all my foes
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck the ho's
F*ck them haters and f*ck all my foes
F*ck all my enemies and f*ck the ho's