Katori Walker Run Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Everybody mad at Trump, yeah I know my nigga
Saying he a racist prick but did you vote my nigga?
Hell no, my nigga
But we stand in line for J's
And when that new iPhone come out, we camping out for days
What the f*ck we doing?
I'm just trying to influence shit
And here comes a hater, trying to come in and ruin shit
And tell me about myself
I know I got problems, I never played perfect
I'm just trying to live a life with purpose
Wrong hood, wrong colour I be f*cking scared
And when that copper pull me over I be f*cking scared
Oh we got beef with North Korea, now I'm f*cking scared
So I'm going to stand here with my hands in the f*cking air
Matter fact I'm finna

[Chorus]
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Yeah I'm finna
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run

[Verse 2]
Never met a nigga from the street that wanted to be street
Never met a nigga from the hood that wanted to be hood
Never met a nigga that was poor that wanted to be poor
Never met a nigga selling dope that wanted to sell dope All I know is we trying survive
Don't hire blacks at 9-5
Ain't no choice you gotta grind, you gotta eat your f*cking pride
When someone in your family die, oh you gotta kill 'em then
Oh, he made your momma cry? Grab that thing and drill him then
With this ink inside my pen, I always put the realest in
The darkest ways and darkest days
You can't let your conscious in
I don't seen all kind of sin
Selling p*ssy, selling weed
Selling food stamps for a fix, and you ain't even tryna eat
Wonder who I'm tryna be, lights is what I'm tryna see
Niggas out here dropping like flies, that's why I gotta flee
Greatness, yeah I gotta be, hurt inside is driving me
And I ain't stopping 'til I f*cking get it, that's a guarantee
Yeah I'm finna

[Chorus]
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Yeah I'm finna
Run, run run run run
Run, run run run run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Yeah i'm finna run
Run, run
Run, run
Yeah I'm finna run
Run, run
Run, run