Music Video by Nitty Bo ft. Yist - Run It Up
Hook
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
Verse 1
See nowadays yeah I move a little down
Took so many losses, acclimated to a different vision
Forgot these n***as wasn’t like me
Shout out to my struggles, it’s the pain that really made me
Now they can’t contain me, now they want to quote me
Throwback pictures, reminding me of all my blessings
It’s a lesson, yeah I got it from the trenches
Thought God neglected, but he put me in position
Can’t feel my pain, see my life through the lenses
***** *** ***** a long way, like I’m squeezing with
extensions
Watch them snakes cause they on a collusion
Yeah I’m back for retribution, chasing dreams not illusions
What they thought I was doing
Tapping out on this chase, and these dreams I’m pursuing
I’m bout to run it up, Michael Jordan with the clutch
Thirty-two in that pole, don’t make me shoot it up
Hook
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
Verse 2
I swear this life is unpredictable, lack of motivation turn
these young n***as cynical
Critical grounds don’t come around, s**t get physical
N***as get money, fly out of town, that s**t is typical
N***as get money, fly out of town, that s**t is regular
Standard procedure, play at your leisure
Used to hit the block, tip a forty back from the freezer
Slide in with my brothers for felon and misdemeanors
In this game foe Hella long, now my n***as ball from the
bleachers
I told them, I from Send a h*e trying to send a h*e
If you ain’t comprehend what I’m saying, I mean it literal
Every ***** potin’ like momma’s stove-top
N***as get a whiff of this spiff and hit that Diddy-bop
S**t I’m on any block, really trying to bust a knock
Meet me around the corner, I’m up the street from that
parking lot
I’m Michael Jordan with that double clutch
Thirty in that pole, gon’ make my little n***as shoot it up
Hook
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
Verse 3
Like I said, what they thought it was over
Like we supposed to play dead, like ***** and roll over
My Locs don’t ever play with nothing in that *****
From the bottom of the Bay, black and teal California
Down in avenue, bright lights I stay centered
My forty hot, bring the flames to their cold winter
You say you loyal, but you’re ratting off for the cheddar
What I want for me is the same for my brothers
Last of a dying breed
That’s why I lace my young n***as up in ***** *****
Cut from a different pedigree, that’s on me
DNA from the South Pacific, Fly-Polys
Never graduated college
But yet diplomacy is what I learned with them turf scholars
I’m about to run it up, Michael Jordan with the clutch
Thirty-two in that pole, don’t make me shoot it up
Hook
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause the game ain’t waiting on us
We gon’ run it on up #Bebe
Cause these n***as ain’t f**king with us
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