Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(You got me f*cked up)
Never had my tail tucked
Only way I'm running rollas tell me put my hands up
This a 211 cuz I never got a fair cut
This a 5.7 FN you gone need ear muffs
Dice shaking like shakira
He lost all his money lookin like he about to tear up
He can't blame nobody but the man in the mirror
These harmon kardon's sound like I'm in a theater
Cow skin on my seats
Buffalo horns on my face cost me three
Goose feathers in my pillow it helps me sleep
Don't tell peta I think my rug made of mink
(Shhhh)
Standing on business
We was serving fienes by the methadone clinic
Rollas on the scene I'm the first one hitting fences
Mannn, Just another day in the riches
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(You got me f*cked up)
In oakland at a sideshow, rollas throwing spike strips
Ghetto bird floating cuz we all potential flight risk
V8 skating don't get caught and lose your license
Cost 60 thow but the sentimental value priceless
Pretty latina in my passenger with white tips
Dont be a fool and confuse weakness with my niceness
I've been road running, family asking can they hold something
I was all alone, but money came now I got more cousins
Two bullets left inside this drum, I shot four dozen
Rollas raid the crib I'm hiding shit behind the stove oven
Niggas mad when they see me shining but the hoes love it
Get a bag, spend a little bit but save most of it
Og gave us hope now he on dope, he a fallen idol
Never left the country how the hell he get a russian rifle
I ain't never ran from nan nigga, right hand on the bible
Standing on business, in the hood this a repeated cycle
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
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Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(You got me f*cked up)
Never had my tail tucked
Only way I'm running rollas tell me put my hands up
This a 211 cuz I never got a fair cut
This a 5.7 FN you gone need ear muffs
Dice shaking like shakira
He lost all his money lookin like he about to tear up
He can't blame nobody but the man in the mirror
These harmon kardon's sound like I'm in a theater
Cow skin on my seats
Buffalo horns on my face cost me three
Goose feathers in my pillow it helps me sleep
Don't tell peta I think my rug made of mink
(Shhhh)
Standing on business
We was serving fienes by the methadone clinic
Rollas on the scene I'm the first one hitting fences
Mannn, Just another day in the riches
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(You got me f*cked up)
In oakland at a sideshow, rollas throwing spike strips
Ghetto bird floating cuz we all potential flight risk
V8 skating don't get caught and lose your license
Cost 60 thow but the sentimental value priceless
Pretty latina in my passenger with white tips
Dont be a fool and confuse weakness with my niceness
I've been road running, family asking can they hold something
I was all alone, but money came now I got more cousins
Two bullets left inside this drum, I shot four dozen
Rollas raid the crib I'm hiding shit behind the stove oven
Niggas mad when they see me shining but the hoes love it
Get a bag, spend a little bit but save most of it
Og gave us hope now he on dope, he a fallen idol
Never left the country how the hell he get a russian rifle
I ain't never ran from nan nigga, right hand on the bible
Standing on business, in the hood this a repeated cycle
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(You got me f*cked up)
Never had my tail tucked
Only way I'm running rollas tell me put my hands up
This a 211 cuz I never got a fair cut
This a 5.7 FN you gone need ear muffs
Dice shaking like shakira
He lost all his money lookin like he about to tear up
He can't blame nobody but the man in the mirror
These harmon kardon's sound like I'm in a theater
Cow skin on my seats
Buffalo horns on my face cost me three
Goose feathers in my pillow it helps me sleep
Don't tell peta I think my rug made of mink
(Shhhh)
Standing on business
We was serving fienes by the methadone clinic
Rollas on the scene I'm the first one hitting fences
Mannn, Just another day in the riches
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(You got me f*cked up)
In oakland at a sideshow, rollas throwing spike strips
Ghetto bird floating cuz we all potential flight risk
V8 skating don't get caught and lose your license
Cost 60 thow but the sentimental value priceless
Pretty latina in my passenger with white tips
Dont be a fool and confuse weakness with my niceness
I've been road running, family asking can they hold something
I was all alone, but money came now I got more cousins
Two bullets left inside this drum, I shot four dozen
Rollas raid the crib I'm hiding shit behind the stove oven
Niggas mad when they see me shining but the hoes love it
Get a bag, spend a little bit but save most of it
Og gave us hope now he on dope, he a fallen idol
Never left the country how the hell he get a russian rifle
I ain't never ran from nan nigga, right hand on the bible
Standing on business, in the hood this a repeated cycle
Ain't never been the type to get scared and run away
And I ain't about to start today
(F*ck you niggas mean, man)
Writer: Travis Richard
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