Road Running lyrics

1100
1300 my cousin, man
She just f*ck with me real quick, you feel me?
Anti
Ain't gonna take too long
f*ck with me y'all

Hmm. you lil' dumb f*ck
Keep that b*tch away from me, she let a bum f*ck
My b*tch bad, she need a whooping with some nunchucks
I let my fiend hit the, his tongue start numbing up
He said I seen that n*gga liv, my gun start f*cking up
But keep it solid, n*ggas know that they can't f*ck with us
If I ain't got that b*tch on me, I'm throwing uppercuts
My n*gga in a wheelchair, told me run it up
Hmm. And that sh*t stuck with me
I get to thinking about my n*ggas, that sh*t f*ck with me
And anti sent, I like the melody
And nowadays a n*gga miss when I was seventeen
And if you from 11th Ave, we speak elevenese
n*ggas wouldn't give me a zip out of 11 P's
Now a n*gga rap now riding with 11 G's
Now a n*gga rap now riding with 11 G's

[Nas in the movie Belly]
That's you, That's from me baby
Just make sure you rise above all this madness out here
Mind elevation, man
f*ck that petty sh*t
You don't need it For real
Not for real, n*gga, you don't need it
Get that sh*t up out the mud and make them all believers
I know you don't give a damn like a f*cking beaver
I [?] with my cuz, we Butthead and Beavis
b*tch, I'm feeling like LeBron when he came to Cleveland
If you ain't got my backend I'm [?] and leaving
If you ain't got my backend I'm [?] and leaving
If you ain't got my backend I'm [?] and leaving