$ir Mike - Road Runner Lyrics

Road runner, I f*cked yo bitch n gave her back she got my old number
I put this ice up on my neck its such a cold summer
You such a busta that's why u aint got no hoes coming
Im on the road while smoking Oz im chasing show money
Shawty u shud count it for me naked
I need piles of 5,000 public housing gonna change me
Nothing save me I turn dangerous I put jesus in the manger
I serve strangers kurt cobain is on my playlist full of anger
There Aint no 9 on my radar, I aint got no time for my haters
Im f*ckin 5 star topangas, u heard this lifestyle is dangerous
Aint no freedom roll my weed up.whats he needing, when I meet him
Whats ur prices bet I beat um servin vices turnin greedy
I aint doin this on purpose
Bag it up n close the curtains
Have u ever seen a murder
Boy i doubt u even heard it
I just coincide with the demons
She just need my seamen
You couldn't even dream it how theyll catch u when u sleepin
I could overthrow your weedman
Beef turned into vegans
All my partner eating... Paper like im reading
Road runner, I f*cked yo bitch n gave her back she got my old number
I put this ice up on my neck its such a cold summer
Im on the road while smoking oz im chasing show money
Show money, show money
I just got a lot more then they stole from me
Come home looking like I got the load on me
Lord knows that I got the load on me
This that overdose homie
Bet u a e n o it
She said can u be heroic
Ima just some trapper tryna poet
But
I want liquor she want moet
I want Pussy she gone throw it
I get money then i blow it
Take a breather keep on smoking
Heavy smokers in the building, I could change how u been feelin
I could change the way u living i could pave the way for millions save the children
Im just Hotboxing pavilions cops aim for civilians my bitch look brazilian
Homie do you get it
Iont think you do
Teach a thing or two
Roll another wood I said I need some breathing room