The Run Down Songtext

von Lupe Fiasco

Just give them a lil' run down man
I mean it's a lot it's a lot people
Who hear a lot of stuff in the streets about you
Give them a little run down
Yeah.Madison born man
Yeah... Uh huh Gemini Up
Yeah... Uh huh Shayla G Up
Yeah... Uh huh Chilly Mac
Career crookin' (Yeah catch him)
Watch me Watts
Follow me Houston, see what I'm 'bout
Bank Head
.You feel me I'm a product of pushing
That was red off whooping pull switches off trees
Pull of the leaves like she loves me... not
I couldn't tie a shoe
Move slow like Tai-Chi
Down the block, come kick it with me like Kung Fu
Where I hung like noose, they call me young bruce
I cop Jordans pull chickens with these
Please was not odd to work at pa-pa
Though I came with a biscuit
Just tryin' a make a mill
I brang in the bidness
Flow like chuch, pulpitted with ease
Pivot and pull from the lines like threes
Gain a better understanding
I'm just tryin' a make it real
Like a fisherman
I'm pon my bank, deposit my thoughts
Till my mind draws a blank
And I withdraw from checking
I'll leave that with y'all for a second
Give you a minute to let it sink
Didn't I advise baptize?
For them dead presidents, I'll tie a bomb to your brakes
And burn money faster than you learn you ain't even conserve money
Gave you a second now I return hungry
Period young blood, I return monthly
To bogart like humphrey
Stern, gully, seldom, stumble
Welcome to the jungle like Fern Gully
Man it's gorillas here
Takes a village to raise a villain here
And you might have to raise his bail
Tryin' a free the whole cartel
I need to raise a million here