Tor1n - Barry Sanders Lyrics

Fuck it up, run it up
I blow the dough like I won sumn
Why would I trip bout it coming back
I call plays no quarterback
Use to sell gas where the corner at
Now I count cash where the hunnids at
I'm Barry Sanders on these hoes
In and out like a running back

Wake and bake after brushing my teeth can't hit that bitch funky
can't hit that bih funky
Kiss and tell bout these hoes that I fucked prolly think I was lucky
But really it's me
Cuz I'm just that nigga, was born by the river
So my flow is different
The purpose is greater
I'm sick as the clinic
My problem is patience
I hate being...late
I hate being...fake
If you ain't help make the meal
Get no crumb from my plate
Grab the gun from my safe
Watch me pick up the pace
I'm going dumb with the cadence
I bring the thunder no Raiden
Won't be no saving
You can get struck down
6 in 6 out better duck down
Treat every beat like a buss down
I'm in the booth 'til the sun down
Fuck that lil bitch and she gave me the run down
Of what's going on in the city
Got Kennis on midi
With bottles of Henny
I bet on myself and collect all the winnings
It's 2 of em with me, we smoking and chillin
How the fuck is you feeling me

You niggas not real as me, Knock it off
Boy you move like a enemy, Like a opp
I can tell from yo energy, Co-Star
Lot a bitch in yo tendencies, Juwanna Man
And really it's sickening, Gross
I'm fresh out of sympathy
So you don't get shit from me

Fuck it up, run it up
I blow the dough like I won sumn
I never trip bout it coming back
I call plays no quarterback
Used to sell gas where the corner at
Now I count cash where the hunnids at
I'm Barry sanders on these hoes
In and out like a running back