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Runnin' Video (MV)




Performed By: LaRussell
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Larussell Thomas




LaRussell - Runnin' Lyrics
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Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin
Just To Catch a break
Two hundred miles and runnin i'm a castaway
.38 special in the jansport
They might shoot me down because my pants low
You can't run no moe boy get them hands up
I didn't wanna fight I had to man up
Kage went to juvie fo a lick again
Thought that he would never do that shit again
Use to hit the crib when he was free
Sometimes he would slide just to eat
I done seen my niggas go through all that shit
Made over 100k and blew through all that shit
I had never seen no dope was new to all that shit
Niggas never had no hope man what you call that shit
Phani pops wasn't round
Larry pops wasn't round
Lance pops wasn't round
Couldn't keep my niggas down
Man I use to be ashamed to even talk about my pops
To even talk about my pain cuz they was going through alot
Use to cry as I jot over everything I got
I was fronting to the homies being everything I'm not
I ain't have the most cash but I always had a plot
Always had a plan to reach the muthaf*ckin top
Man we tried to sell dope
It was 50 for a rock
Gave that shit back to phani
Couldn't watch my soul rot
Ima make a new way
Ima monetize my art
Asked my pop for a lab
Made my muthaf*cking start
Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin
Just To Catch a break
Two hundred miles and runnin i'm a castaway
I was locked in my cave
Making beats for some days
Use Sell em at the school
I was tryna get paid
Burned CDs of my newest shit
Sell em to the twins hope they make a hit
Cuz they dropped on sight and city went insane
Came back with black hoodies
Thought it'd never be the same
I was peeping game
I was writing every day
I was born in the V but this ain't where I'm tryna stay
Always knew I had a gift
I would battle at the school
Pops laced me with the music
I had albums by the spool
This when rapping wasn't cool
It was frowned on
If you was wack and you was broke
Then you get clowned on
Now these bars that I spit
Get me all type of licked
Some skinny some thick
I hit all types of chicks
But I never was fulfilled
Started running from my health
Well atleast that's what I thought
I was running from myself
Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin
Just To Catch a break
Two hundred miles and runnin i'm a castaway
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Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin
Just To Catch a break
Two hundred miles and runnin i'm a castaway
.38 special in the jansport
They might shoot me down because my pants low
You can't run no moe boy get them hands up
I didn't wanna fight I had to man up
Kage went to juvie fo a lick again
Thought that he would never do that shit again
Use to hit the crib when he was free
Sometimes he would slide just to eat
I done seen my niggas go through all that shit
Made over 100k and blew through all that shit
I had never seen no dope was new to all that shit
Niggas never had no hope man what you call that shit
Phani pops wasn't round
Larry pops wasn't round
Lance pops wasn't round
Couldn't keep my niggas down
Man I use to be ashamed to even talk about my pops
To even talk about my pain cuz they was going through alot
Use to cry as I jot over everything I got
I was fronting to the homies being everything I'm not
I ain't have the most cash but I always had a plot
Always had a plan to reach the muthaf*ckin top
Man we tried to sell dope
It was 50 for a rock
Gave that shit back to phani
Couldn't watch my soul rot
Ima make a new way
Ima monetize my art
Asked my pop for a lab
Made my muthaf*cking start
Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin
Just To Catch a break
Two hundred miles and runnin i'm a castaway
I was locked in my cave
Making beats for some days
Use Sell em at the school
I was tryna get paid
Burned CDs of my newest shit
Sell em to the twins hope they make a hit
Cuz they dropped on sight and city went insane
Came back with black hoodies
Thought it'd never be the same
I was peeping game
I was writing every day
I was born in the V but this ain't where I'm tryna stay
Always knew I had a gift
I would battle at the school
Pops laced me with the music
I had albums by the spool
This when rapping wasn't cool
It was frowned on
If you was wack and you was broke
Then you get clowned on
Now these bars that I spit
Get me all type of licked
Some skinny some thick
I hit all types of chicks
But I never was fulfilled
Started running from my health
Well atleast that's what I thought
I was running from myself
Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin Runnin
Just To Catch a break
Two hundred miles and runnin i'm a castaway
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Writer: Larussell Thomas
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