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Sin C - Run It Freestyle Lyrics



Sin C - Run It Freestyle Lyrics




Ayy, look, back to back bitch, I be killin' em
They don't even know what they gettin' in
Like a bad chef, all the beans, I be spillin' em
I don't f*ck with these niggas, I ain't feelin' them
I got the spice, not the cinnamon
The wage my mama got was minimal

So talking money would boost my adrenaline
Name another nigga that's realer than, i'll wait
I'm steppin' anything that's on my way
Like a durag these niggas on my wave
They say great things take time, my nigga, that's why I'm always too late
I keep that pressure up, we had shots and the police awaken us

Niggas sliding and that shit was dangerous
They keep playing with us
Ayy,
I'm getting hotter than ever, man, please don't compare if it's not on my level
So much that happened, ngokbhala nje kuphela, bitch,
I'ma still get it no matter the weather, I'll beat your game up quick

No kizz, I came to fix
You know what it is, they said that weren't shit
Now we got em all pissed, we tryna get rich
I told my brodies don't split, but the money do
Niggas switching for clout, that's a funny move

How you really gon' doubt when we coming through
Niggas tryna test me when I study too yeah, I'm something too
No one's standing on me
I gotta get it, mama, counting on me
I find a purpose, I got someone to be
Now that's something for me

Now, I've been chasing dreams I've been chasing paper
I got bad, bad blood
I'm feeling like I'm Taylor
Tell me you the boss, that'll end a minute
In the major league and I'm the major one
World full of greats and I'm the greater one

We roll like we ready for war
Yeah for sure, sesihamba neMkhonto
I saw my life changing, I got it in order
I care about the money, don't care about uMjolo
I'm up in the kitchen, Kubila AmaBhodwe
(KUBILA AMABHODWE)

Hits cooking up, hold the hood down and we lift it up,
Niggas on the map now we in the cut
Killing niggas, maybe, hundred times or so
All these niggas keep falling like dominoes Always shoot for the net and I find the goal
Yeah, my soul not for sale, you can't buy my soul

Every day, man, I pray no one got to fold
We up in the city, we got it on
No one knew it, but this shit was possible Yeah,
Now i ain't stopping, bro
For real

Keep my feet on neck for y'all, I run it
I Just win, don't take a loss
You want me?, can't get me dawg
If I'm still here
I'm a run it all
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Ayy, look, back to back bitch, I be killin' em
They don't even know what they gettin' in
Like a bad chef, all the beans, I be spillin' em
I don't f*ck with these niggas, I ain't feelin' them
I got the spice, not the cinnamon
The wage my mama got was minimal

So talking money would boost my adrenaline
Name another nigga that's realer than, i'll wait
I'm steppin' anything that's on my way
Like a durag these niggas on my wave
They say great things take time, my nigga, that's why I'm always too late
I keep that pressure up, we had shots and the police awaken us

Niggas sliding and that shit was dangerous
They keep playing with us
Ayy,
I'm getting hotter than ever, man, please don't compare if it's not on my level
So much that happened, ngokbhala nje kuphela, bitch,
I'ma still get it no matter the weather, I'll beat your game up quick

No kizz, I came to fix
You know what it is, they said that weren't shit
Now we got em all pissed, we tryna get rich
I told my brodies don't split, but the money do
Niggas switching for clout, that's a funny move

How you really gon' doubt when we coming through
Niggas tryna test me when I study too yeah, I'm something too
No one's standing on me
I gotta get it, mama, counting on me
I find a purpose, I got someone to be
Now that's something for me

Now, I've been chasing dreams I've been chasing paper
I got bad, bad blood
I'm feeling like I'm Taylor
Tell me you the boss, that'll end a minute
In the major league and I'm the major one
World full of greats and I'm the greater one

We roll like we ready for war
Yeah for sure, sesihamba neMkhonto
I saw my life changing, I got it in order
I care about the money, don't care about uMjolo
I'm up in the kitchen, Kubila AmaBhodwe
(KUBILA AMABHODWE)

Hits cooking up, hold the hood down and we lift it up,
Niggas on the map now we in the cut
Killing niggas, maybe, hundred times or so
All these niggas keep falling like dominoes Always shoot for the net and I find the goal
Yeah, my soul not for sale, you can't buy my soul

Every day, man, I pray no one got to fold
We up in the city, we got it on
No one knew it, but this shit was possible Yeah,
Now i ain't stopping, bro
For real

Keep my feet on neck for y'all, I run it
I Just win, don't take a loss
You want me?, can't get me dawg
If I'm still here
I'm a run it all
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Writer: Sinaye Nduli
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Performed By: Sin C
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Sinaye Nduli

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