God don't like ugly, I ain't one to judge (judge) Whole, whole lot of gold Cubans weigh a ton (ton) Say I kept it solid when it's all said and done (said and done) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race for freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) Had to make it out the red clay, run, nigga, run (nigga run) The west side of Atlanta, yeah, that where I'm from (flatland) Outside, I was hands on like a glove (like Batman) Movin' like my nigga N.O.R.E., eatin' on the run (run) Still an underground king and that's word to Bun (Bun) Locked in like Rice Street without a bond (bond) I was playin' with the powder way beforе LeBron (LeBron) My wife was born a rеdhead, but now she a blonde Politicians lie and your favorite rapper is a con (con) Don't check for me without a check for me, that's a hund' (bluest) Only Ls I wear is followed by Vuitton (Louis) Get money and the power, teach 'em while they're young Hmm, blessed to make it out the slums, run, nigga, run (run) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put a brand new fluoresce on her wrist I bought that bitch a new Patek, plain Jane This a bigger boat, we ain't sinkin' the same This a PJ, we are not on the same plane (plane) Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, God, damn) Yellow diamonds like the sun (yeah) And I keep it one-on-one (yeah) Run (take off) Trappin' out, I'm mama's son Now a nigga on the run Now a nigga shootin' fun Ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh) I keep this shit on a tightrope On a PJ with no night clothes (night clothes) We just had fucked, why it's tight though? (Why?) Why is you tight? I signed the check like a typo (yeah) Rescue the trenches, all of the kiddies We gon' escape on a yacht boat We gainin' weight like Big Pun, run, nigga, run Installin' this shit in my son, run, nigga, run Green interior, lawn, run, nigga, run Dr. Martin boots when I come, run, nigga, run All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run, run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run, run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, run, nigga, run (run, run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run

This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud Pull up to the club, you can hear the car running Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in Promoter already paid my money I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey Bigga baby Bigga baby, ball like a dawg It's enough of me to go 'round for both of y'all Me and my clique, we the t-shirt gang 50 niggas deep, going "bang bang bang!" Black Tee, black tee, bottles in the air Niggas think J-Bo and Meech back here Niggas think Charles Black back on set Niggas think Tera White back on deck So respect my mind, respect my grind Walk right past don't respect, don't mind 20 young broads like a cheer leading squad All they wanna do is hang out with the stars All they wanna do is get high like the moon Take a nigga back to the hotel room Sex, drugs, rap, roll, yeah we on it L.A. tonight, Miami in the morning Know a nigga had to hit the King Of Diamonds Know a nigga had to do the same shit again Know my next show in the city of sin Tip back home and we at it again This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud Let's go Thirty car deep me, need the whole valet From everything new to the old Chevrolet Half of them them bitches ain't got no tops Half of them bitches park brand new drops All them bitches got brand new wheels None of my niggas ain't got no deal None of my niggas ain't got no job All of my niggas got 2 or 3 cars What you mean nigga ain't got no cares? Like telling OG she ain't go no ass Don't look now nigga, Sugar on the stage Five stack for the song, nigga Sug' got a raise How you know a nig' got all that work? 'Cause he got three-four XL shirts Why a nigga name so hot in the city? 'Cause he got three-four spots in the city It's soft on the east, hard on the west Smoke on the south side y'all know the rest 32 O then it ain't no plan No income, no stone then it ain't no watch Is it in the front then it ain't no Coupe Didn't come from L.A. then it ain't no Snoop G.A. baby wanna smoke that brown Your name ain't Young then this ain't your town Nothing said pussy like 3 Rosay Locked that post screaming free Jose Nothing said chip like Frito Lay Keep playing that Young-Mike, go DJ Matter of fact dawg, free all my niggas Gotta cell phone 'bout to call my niggas Know what I did then you might be a legend Play it one more time then I might spend seven This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud Loads of sugar with us, they smokin' like chimney Me muggin' like my enemy sick of me, no fear me Loads of sugar with us, they smokin' like chimney Me muggin' like my enemy sick of me, no fear me