Running (Where?!)

And we keep on running
Let the instruments speak for themselves
Pick it up where I left it at
Young nigga ain’t half as bad
These people tryna make me look evil
Nah bruh, I just lay back smoke reefer
Play tunes in the 4 seater, that unreleased shit
Then hop out on the 4 wheeler
This piece of wood is my best friend call him plank
Don’t smell bad I smell like dank
Catch a whiff yea that’s that stank
Head a million times ahead while you still sweating out that drank
Leagues ahead son what you thinking
Know your worth, don’t entertain these clowns they out for breaking
Your heart into some bitty pieces so get up off your shit
On your grind and get focused in
Ain’t putting out for no compliments
I’m doing this to stack the money bags up for my grandkids
I woke up on time
Good start we gotta pick up somewhere right
And my mom still tripping about
When i’m going to find a real job but don’t worry about me i’m fine
Said i’m fine
Don’t worry about me
I’m straight
For real
(Hook)
And we keep on running
You know your shawty call me Mr. Make It Happen
I pull up i’m never crashing
Hit a lick and then i’m dashing
Bitch abroad, in the studio won’t be long
I’m crossing the colors up like a pawn
See the light, it finally dawned on me
I got the drip, and the drop
They crashing a wave on me
Everything under the spectrum
Prayer hand in your direction
Under the hood, i’m checking it out like test inspection
A wise man never fails in life it’s only lessons
Fold the cuffs up on my sleeve
This years in the making brodie
Say what you want but talk is cheap
Work like a slave so we can live free, how funny
Back here again man, every day
While they still on that lame shit
We evolving, we growing
They gon' get left in the god damn dust
(Hook)
And we keep on running