Runnin’ lyrics

by

GZA


[Intro: Curren$y]
I ain't even know, yup
Young Money, Cash Money
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, fly n*gga
Yeah

[Verse: Curren$y]
Little n*gga but I'm bigger than ya'll
When it comes to the digits I used to roll deep
I had to cut some of them n*ggas
Was only hanging 'round me to impress them b*tches
And get up in them clubs free
But I wasn't with it
Naw homie forget it
Ain't nobody f*cking with it
You think you really know me
But you might know me
I was born in them 'burbs
Where the 3rd Ward love me, yah
I can't remember running with a brick
Never went
He would go and get a five for twenty off of Willa
Those was humble beginnings
When my n*ggas used to hustle to pay for their school (?)
And ducking, high when n*ggas robbing and killing, yah
And I was pushing that Chevy from the East to the Bricks
And then from the Bricks to the East
Cutting class and hanging with (?)
Whipping a quart of water and a bag of Skittles
Hot Spitta n*gga yah
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