Apollo - Runnin lyrics
rate meDo I run from my troubles, make em double
In a deep puddle, need weed and a space shuttle
Quick huddle, make a plan, so my moms understand
It’s hard to raise a man, any chance I can
I’m puttin money in your pocket, fill your wallet
Put my picture in your locket, the world’s watching
I’m bigger than christopher wallace, taking off like a rocket now
Into space, spittin rhymes in your face
Put you in your place, you’re last
Move fast like the forecast
See them comin before class, platinum raps on the map
Just to be where I’m at
Lots of money and slutty honeys
Bitches love me, give me tummies like it’s nothing
Cause I’m out here beeing something
Never runnin, just gunnin motherfucker!
Run run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run run, run, run, run, run, run, run
On to the second verse, better than the first
Your head’s burst, call the nurse,
I bring hurt, and more bitches than ...
I’m heavy metal, never settle, for less than gold metals
Fat checks and the platinum rep
Better yet, a flex hold the mike for respect
To get and gain riches, perfect the game listen
All my raps been missin, my ass you kissin
Cause before you a dissin when I had this vision
And image picture me livin, in a house full of women
I’m dreamin, bitches want me seamen like I’m willie demon
Scheming, like a miracle is needed,
I’m leaving and runnin to, a better place,
Don’t judge me don’t face, call the orace
Let’s eliminate hate, feelin misplaced, I keys to keep the game on lock
To the game I pop, you would cry if I drop
Smokin trees by the crop, all the ...where it’s hot
Overseas all they yacht, blowing ... by the box, yeah
Run run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Expect nothing less than the best, better than the rest
Connect, cali to come back, one step from the east to the left
A west coast, I rap shows, collect dough
Fuck electro, heck no listen to techno
Rap in a mental state loosin may to bring..
I’m alexander the great, no gay, puttin bread on the plate
For my homies to break
Don’t know me it’s shake
Cause everyday I get high, 5 8 feeling 6 9
With a mind design to kill rhymes
Feel times still shine with rap
That I’m one of a kind in fact
I never relax, you under attack
You fat raps come back, it’s return of the mac
I’m bigger than shaq to rap I’m jesus
Lyrical genius, I’m miracle, flight of the phoenix
Flow’s tighter than the ...on my penis
Blowing lyrical seamen... you just breathin
Run run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run run, run, run, run, run, run, run.
