Dapo, Merc, King Cxge, Logan - I Don't Run Lyrics

People think that I need them, that’s bullshit
Been a man on my own, since I was a young kid
They hate let em hate, we ain’t aiming with full clips
Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah
My wrist, a flooded piguet/
And this name you’ll never forget
I’m am on raw shit
Giving out toe tags, for walking
They all talk and keep talking
Never on shit
Everything I do is awesome
I’m adored bitch
The keys I give you don’t work
Knock down the door next
Y’all been wrong since I started
The same as I started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not the same, that’s word to my mother
We are two different breads, and where we come from
You flexing with a couple thou, we flexin’ with a hunned, like
Tell me who can touch my ceiling
They ain’t the same room or same building
I’m the realest, illest, that is how I feelin’
Y’all missed the story not the time to go fill em in, listen
Man, y’all still the same
Y’all, y’all ain’t finna change, prove me wrong
Do something different
Y’all scared, y’all dip
Y’all get out of there
But me though, me, me
I don’t run
I ain’t been afraid of nobody, not once
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em put ya hand down ‘fore you get panned out
I don’t run, I don’t run
Don’t think that you the king ‘cause you not
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em to run, tell em to run
I climbed up like King Kong
Looking like a dirt bag
Checking if my fleas gone
Laced up my chucks but I don’t run
Got a blunt
Man let’s light one
My team out striving for the billi’s
Like we Jay son
And y’all stay dumb
Listening to use grow, while you star struck
I went out, got a mic, said fuck the Starbucks
Y’all to afraid to get uncomfortable
I’m trackin’ a dream like I’m huntin’ some
Bitches keep me stiff
Like I’m dead or something
And you dead wrong
If you think I’m lower than anyone
In this kingdom
Team blinged up
Team rings copped
Cost to much at my shop
I can’t afford it cause it’s nonstop
Twenty-Four seven, three-sixty five is my grind, and it’s a damn crime
That it ain’t my time
I’ll get my shine
But you keep it blind
So you can’t feel the window pane
I stay looking down ‘cause we not the same
Only five six
But I’m claiming higher ground like I’m Stevie Wonder
Blind to the bullshit
Wonder how I get around
I came up from the pound
Keep my feet running ever since I hit the ground
King crowns all we carry in my crowd
Never low higher than the clouds
I’m sick with it, I’m ill fitted
I’m on top
No one ever home
A nigga live in the hard knock
I rock shows like day dreams
They say dream
I’ma work fein
My circle workin’ around clock
My knife tucked
This no glock
Hard to take a life
When you owe one to your god
I pray a lot
Smoke in the air is a hotbox
Won’t stop
Till I’m well known as top knotch
I been to hell and back
Do it like it’s jumping jacks
Growing in my hood
But I know I ain’t ever coming back
I play with life like Pro Tools
The bag too cool
On the plate, like soul food
Yeah yeah
Fuck you, and fuck you
Thirty workin’ Best Buy hours good luck to you
That ain’t my shit, I got visions above views
And every single person in my squad is above you
Yeah, and I can’t stop
Music all the shit in my bloodline
Lyrics got you twisted like you mafuckin’ tongue tied
Burning that trash, I’m the mafuckin’ bonfire
Taking my shot, like I’m taking a three though
Stepping up calm, like I’m taking a free throw
I can’t eat shit from the pity of hatin’ niggas
The energy is different, y’all are not on my payroll
See that’s what I like to see
We got some real king shit, on our hands right here
It’s not touchable, you not in the same realm, the same area
So y’all might as well just back down, because
I don’t run
I ain’t been afraid of nobody, not once
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em put ya hand down ‘fore you get panned out
I don’t run, I don’t run
Don’t think that you the king ‘cause you not
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em to run, tell em to run
I don’t want no hand outs
I just wanna give thanks to those with they hands out
God bless the dead, put the discussion to bed
Man instead, I’ll come back as a motherfucker with bread
I’m bored sitting here all alone
Come spy with a drone
Bitch deepthroating me
While we flying through the morn’
But oh it’s a fact to go
Been arose
Nodding my heads to these beats
There’s a time where it hits a threshold
Bet the odds against me
The courts feel
They should exempt me
You three, and the bestie
Messy angles I fuck it all up
LA just might’ve missed the chance to keep watching the ball get stuck
But oh, I’m out the game coach
I don’t wanna come back to a coach
Who rate people who makin’ they same sound though
It’s all garbage, it’s all wack
Can’t even rap
Cause just some pussies
Surrounded by a bunch of maxi pads
They act mad, they act mad
I ask Dapo if he fuck with them
He replied
Said none of them
‘Cause they ain’t even on our level
The part that get ‘em
Is how close to goal they is
But never touch metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so much venom out the mouth
The shit will turn to mucus
Good enough to give the body of work a boost bitch
Don’t ever question a man who do this
Cause I know that I been chillin’ in my cave
Locked away, so good this is me on a light day
Drive safe I don’t wanna see you die today
Match the color of the dark, just to see how I hideaway
Repay debt, brothers I owe the best
Big money moves we make, then the hoes come next
People think that I need them, that’s bullshit
Been a man on my own, been doing this whole thing
Finna take the whole game, remake the whole thing/
Reshape the landscape, reinvent my last name, yeah
Reinvent the family tree
Cuz nobody in my life gon’ be as dope as me
Or even close to me
I’ma buy whole buildings, open up shop in Times Square how I’m feeling
I’m a young CEO
I’ma Boss like suge
Hundred thousand dollars
Couldn’t flip it like we could
Gold Cuban ‘round the neck
Like I’m Nip, understood
Diamonds after hours
I am acting like I should
Ain’t tryna be a millionaire, tryna be a billionaire
If you ain’t on that type of timing
Don’t get anywhere near
You can’t get here if you tryna be there
I don’t run
Don’t think that you the king ‘cause you not
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em to run, tell em to run

People think that I need them, that’s bullshit
Been a man on my own, since I was a young kid
They hate let em hate, we ain’t aiming with full clips
Aim with money at your hoe, tell her lick dick
We been on sick shit, y’all ain’t seen this yet
King crown on my head, and diamond Cuban on my neck, yeah
My wrist, a flooded piguet/
And this name you’ll never forget
I’m am on raw shit
Giving out toe tags, for walking
They all talk and keep talking
Never on shit
Everything I do is awesome
I’m adored bitch
The keys I give you don’t work
Knock down the door next
Y’all been wrong since I started
The same as I started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not the same, that’s word to my mother
We are two different breads, and where we come from
You flexing with a couple thou, we flexin’ with a hunned, like
Tell me who can touch my ceiling
They ain’t the same room or same building
I’m the realest, illest, that is how I feelin’
Y’all missed the story not the time to go fill em in, listen
Man, y’all still the same
Y’all, y’all ain’t finna change, prove me wrong
Do something different
Y’all scared, y’all dip
Y’all get out of there
But me though, me, me
I don’t run
I ain’t been afraid of nobody, not once
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em put ya hand down ‘fore you get panned out
I don’t run, I don’t run
Don’t think that you the king ‘cause you not
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em to run, tell em to run
I climbed up like King Kong
Looking like a dirt bag
Checking if my fleas gone
Laced up my chucks but I don’t run
Got a blunt
Man let’s light one
My team out striving for the billi’s
Like we Jay son
And y’all stay dumb
Listening to use grow, while you star struck
I went out, got a mic, said fuck the Starbucks
Y’all to afraid to get uncomfortable
I’m trackin’ a dream like I’m huntin’ some
Bitches keep me stiff
Like I’m dead or something
And you dead wrong
If you think I’m lower than anyone
In this kingdom
Team blinged up
Team rings copped
Cost to much at my shop
I can’t afford it cause it’s nonstop
Twenty-Four seven, three-sixty five is my grind, and it’s a damn crime
That it ain’t my time
I’ll get my shine
But you keep it blind
So you can’t feel the window pane
I stay looking down ‘cause we not the same
Only five six
But I’m claiming higher ground like I’m Stevie Wonder
Blind to the bullshit
Wonder how I get around
I came up from the pound
Keep my feet running ever since I hit the ground
King crowns all we carry in my crowd
Never low higher than the clouds
I’m sick with it, I’m ill fitted
I’m on top
No one ever home
A nigga live in the hard knock
I rock shows like day dreams
They say dream
I’ma work fein
My circle workin’ around clock
My knife tucked
This no glock
Hard to take a life
When you owe one to your god
I pray a lot
Smoke in the air is a hotbox
Won’t stop
Till I’m well known as top knotch
I been to hell and back
Do it like it’s jumping jacks
Growing in my hood
But I know I ain’t ever coming back
I play with life like Pro Tools
The bag too cool
On the plate, like soul food
Yeah yeah
Fuck you, and fuck you
Thirty workin’ Best Buy hours good luck to you
That ain’t my shit, I got visions above views
And every single person in my squad is above you
Yeah, and I can’t stop
Music all the shit in my bloodline
Lyrics got you twisted like you mafuckin’ tongue tied
Burning that trash, I’m the mafuckin’ bonfire
Taking my shot, like I’m taking a three though
Stepping up calm, like I’m taking a free throw
I can’t eat shit from the pity of hatin’ niggas
The energy is different, y’all are not on my payroll
See that’s what I like to see
We got some real king shit, on our hands right here
It’s not touchable, you not in the same realm, the same area
So y’all might as well just back down, because
I don’t run
I ain’t been afraid of nobody, not once
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em put ya hand down ‘fore you get panned out
I don’t run, I don’t run
Don’t think that you the king ‘cause you not
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em to run, tell em to run
I don’t want no hand outs
I just wanna give thanks to those with they hands out
God bless the dead, put the discussion to bed
Man instead, I’ll come back as a motherfucker with bread
I’m bored sitting here all alone
Come spy with a drone
Bitch deepthroating me
While we flying through the morn’
But oh it’s a fact to go
Been arose
Nodding my heads to these beats
There’s a time where it hits a threshold
Bet the odds against me
The courts feel
They should exempt me
You three, and the bestie
Messy angles I fuck it all up
LA just might’ve missed the chance to keep watching the ball get stuck
But oh, I’m out the game coach
I don’t wanna come back to a coach
Who rate people who makin’ they same sound though
It’s all garbage, it’s all wack
Can’t even rap
Cause just some pussies
Surrounded by a bunch of maxi pads
They act mad, they act mad
I ask Dapo if he fuck with them
He replied
Said none of them
‘Cause they ain’t even on our level
The part that get ‘em
Is how close to goal they is
But never touch metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so much venom out the mouth
The shit will turn to mucus
Good enough to give the body of work a boost bitch
Don’t ever question a man who do this
Cause I know that I been chillin’ in my cave
Locked away, so good this is me on a light day
Drive safe I don’t wanna see you die today
Match the color of the dark, just to see how I hideaway
Repay debt, brothers I owe the best
Big money moves we make, then the hoes come next
People think that I need them, that’s bullshit
Been a man on my own, been doing this whole thing
Finna take the whole game, remake the whole thing/
Reshape the landscape, reinvent my last name, yeah
Reinvent the family tree
Cuz nobody in my life gon’ be as dope as me
Or even close to me
I’ma buy whole buildings, open up shop in Times Square how I’m feeling
I’m a young CEO
I’ma Boss like suge
Hundred thousand dollars
Couldn’t flip it like we could
Gold Cuban ‘round the neck
Like I’m Nip, understood
Diamonds after hours
I am acting like I should
Ain’t tryna be a millionaire, tryna be a billionaire
If you ain’t on that type of timing
Don’t get anywhere near
You can’t get here if you tryna be there
I don’t run
Don’t think that you the king ‘cause you not
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em to run, tell em to run