James Bea - Runnin' Lyrics

Lost in my ways, gotta pick a route
Focused on my family, never on the clout
Tryna stop my moves, bitch I highly doubt
We gon make it rain money, what's a f*ckin drought
Caught up in this life, tryna find a lane
Fear in ya heart, stress on ya brain
Livin in a world where all we feel is pain
Gotta beat the odds and go against the grain
I'm livin proof that you chu can do it too nigga
Navigating thru traffic with all this music nigga
Built my own lane, I'm running thru niggas
The consequences of actions from all my truest niggas
I dropped this shit and nobody expected it
Went to my brother gravesite and he suggested it
F*ck these niggas up we too invested in it
Still puttin up shots, ain't no contesting in it

I always think about the day my brother died
The pain that I feel I often try to hide
I wanna look his killer in his f*ckin eyes
Tell him if he get out ima kill em and that's on my life
If I had one wish I swear I'd bring em back
Throw em on a track and then we tour the map
The fake love gettin lapped, real f*ckin rap
Never falling victim to the rats in the system trap
I mean everything I say in this f*ckin music
Dedicated to winning I don't know bout losing
Thinking bout my next move a nigga just cruising
Thinking back to all my doubters the shit is amusing
Practice what you preach I thought was common sense
But the game is watered down, everybody tense
Now's the time to pick a side, get up off the fence
But these niggas do the opposite, make it make sense

I'm running on the beat but I never fumble
Confidently speaking while my money double, f*ck the struggle
Tryna put the homies on so they never stumble
Do it big but at the same time remaining humble
Certified and solid, check my resume
Never ever really gave a f*ck what a nigga say
I got my brother by my side so who wanna play
Ready for the day that my work get a nigga paid