Runnin (From "Creed II: The Album"|Explicit)

Runnin (From "Creed II: The Album"|Explicit) - Mike Will Made-It/A$AP Rocky/A$AP Ferg/Nicki Minaj

Lyrics by：Michael Williams II/A. Hogan/L. Goransson/R. Mayers/O. Maraj/D Ferguson

Composed by：Michael Williams II/A. Hogan/L. Goransson/R. Mayers/O. Maraj/D Ferguson

Came up out the mud

Brush the dirt off of me

Going hard hit them where it hurts

Kill them softly

Bone stretch tryna clear my mind

Even smoke less

Hopelessness but I'm in this s**t for flesh

Talk reckless coming for your neck

No strep throat

Runnin' runnin' runnin' this s**t

Both legs broke

Runnin' round town yeah

They comin' for my head though

Funny thing about it they

Don't always see my head though

Schizo maniac I'm fiendin' to go klepto

So hands on kinda hard for me to let go

Let go stacking presidents like a

Lego

Would introduce you to my

Friends but they dead though

Dead though dead though

Came up out the mud

Brush the dirt off of me

Runnin' runnin' runnin'

I'ma take it like a klepto

Anybody want it they can get it

Come correct though

Talk behind my back

But when they see me it's respect though

Still got the crown

So I never give a F though

Everything is wavy

I'ma hit 'em with the breast stroke

Then I'ma get high

I'ma get the best d**e

Yeah I make the rules

I ain't following the dress code

I I ain't do the mess though

I'ma put a hex though

I I ain't with the hugs and kisses

Don't do the X O

Soon as the bell go ding doe

I'll be in the ring though

We can shoot cinco

Look at all these clowns

How they studying my lingo

Peeking out the window

But they'll never win though

Came up out the mud

Brush the dirt off of me

Going hard hit them where it hurts

Kill them softly

Bone stretch tryna clear my mind

Even smoke less

Hopelessness but I'm in this s**t for flesh

Talk reckless coming for your neck

No strep throat

Runnin' runnin'

Runnin' this s**t both legs broke

Runnin' round town

Yeah they comin' for my head though

Funny thing about it they

Don't always see my head though

I'mma flex yes I'm the best

I'm the veteran

Yeah

In the lex yes big baguettes

In my necklace

Woo

In his head neck

In his chest he gon' catch a fist

Right

I go deck deck break his leg

Do it effortless

Yeah

In the ring ain't no f**king game

Ain't no tetris

Hit him bang I'mma shake his brain

I'm gon' never rest

Durrrr

Man I'm air I'm the f**king champ

I can't fail at this

Money dance by the million bands

I got hella grip

Durrrr

Hella chips with a lot of chics

Coming by the clique

Mo' sex with the rolex

Come without a tip

Yeah

Mo' grip when the dough flip

Gimme mo' lick

Whole fist break his whole s**t

Tuck up lil' b***h

Getting fit I'mma win the chip

Watch them catch a fit

Go