Runway Richy - Let's Keep It Music lyrics

rate me

It’s Runaway Richy

Play my cards right and I’ll be straight for life

But play me like a hoe and Imma take your life

Rumour telling chain game, Imma change things

Up on my things, they say I’m gonna change the game

Whatcha know? I beg on the dawns, sleep in the cars

Shit get real, have you on totally snores

You think that killer thinking bout why he sleep in the dawns

Storm from the storm, crack baby is locked on the whore

Ten times hoe, so we tend to get it how we lean

That mean Bob Dylan kill for the dollar bills

Got my eyes on the prize and I amplify

No ready no niggers snitching

Ain’t no freedom mind

Six times hoes, but I never switch up, never

Still a young nigger, rounding up pulling stick ups

See the life I told, took me down a different road

Black masking the faults, I make the hardest niggers fall

So blow that tough guy, I can do it, no fooling me

Let’s keep it music

But we going on shooting spree

Know that tough guy, I can’t do it, no fooling me

Let’s keep it music

But we going on shooting spree

Much pipes, but it also make dime

Went to the struggle, came out shine

Cool with the hustle till the top it shine

But my trouble waste me and got me decking style

But thank God I made it this for

Always had a vision I’d be going this hard

Fuck around and get you and your whole crew

I try to tell’em niggers

Let’s keep it music

Thank God I can’t fall

I got a flicks

I play hard

Unzip me, take it or leave it

Don’t tell my momma, but boy I stay with it

Clowns in my bedroom, I’m here to stay like God

We forgot about lights in that headroom

Hold the fun let the lid roll

Equivalent to old strap next air topple

Kiss me on the runway

Drake and the dew flying out to do the show

You can ask that brown runway

These niggers dare it one way

It’s soulful for your...

Much pipes, but it also make dime

Went to the struggle, came out shine

Cool with the hustle till the top it shine

But my trouble waste me and got me decking style

But thank God I made it this for

Always had a vision I’d be going this hard

Fuck around and get you and your whole crew

I try to tell’em niggers

Let’s keep it music

What the fuck we discussed it

We the shit and you a bitch nigger

End of discussion

I got gorillas in the trunk nigger

Here repercussion

I fuck the bitch here so hard

I left her with a concussion

So much corruption in the street

You hear a Gunzi rocking

The killing nigger is nothing

In the yes of them young

Niggers staging and bucking

We all seduced by the money

Call the paper seduction

I just wanna make it home

And tell my son I love him

Till his crib full of stacks

And kicking game while I hug him

Life is real little man

You can’t be playing the devils

If anybody try to hurt you

Imma spray up his cousin

And I ain’t trying to make it hard

I’m trying to give some advice

How many young niggers die

Trying to make it to prize

Hear the struggle in my voice

And see the pain in my eyes

Playboy, Runway keep the music or die

Much pipes, but it also make dime

Went to the struggle, came out shine

Cool with the hustle till the top it shine

But my trouble waste me and got me decking style

But thank God I made it this for

Always had a vision I’d be going this hard

Fuck around and get you and your whole crew

I try to tell’em niggers

Let’s keep it music