Running To The Sky - Moe Green, Daveed Diggs, Kiana Ledé

When I see you I see you man

When you got I t you got I t

You know what I’m saying?

Yah

Arose from the ash with the passion

One shot so I’m blasting do away with the fastin

It’s time to eat run till I lose feet

I’m a make it for the nights of lost sleep

Never a problem I’m steady mobbin

I’m hella good hit me if you need the job done

Y’all thinking I’m the latest and the greatest

Version of a heaven’s dream gunning with a head of steam

Jersey in the rafters I’m after my grime all time

I been on my wave you niggas been buying your time

I ain’t worked this hard to be the same OG

You blame on me you niggas need to blame OG’s

And never died motherfuckers want the same old smoke

I’m never in here or don’t fix i if the game ain’t broke

Green did so much dirt I can stain your soap

Ups and downs I been around but I remain your dope

It’s green

Running from this crazy place I need somewhere to hide

Think I know them but sweet taste of freedom on my mind

Wondering where I should go I don’t know, should I even try

I just keep my hands high and I run into the sky

Listen I been thinking I been reminiscing about some different shit

Member gunslingers and real killers never through us we was just for kids

Now we’re older, one is wiser

Is it true you been running with the same clique?

Just some gunslingers and real killers but you realer and they ain’t shit

I see better in the mornin'

I can see danger in the daylight

It’s all around me I’m climbing

I’m trying to get up above it all today and just stay out the way

Running from this crazy place I need somewhere to hide

Think I know them but sweet taste of freedom on my mind

Wondering where I should go I don’t know, should I even try

I just keep my hands high and I run into the sky

Bag man I’m a trip homie I’m fallin'

Baggie jeans, burner phone, it’s ma callin'

Bags under my eyeballs, I’m ballin'

Bagage up in the backseat, I’m all-in

Tall thin, wall-eyed, see it coming

Don’t speak, it’s no doubt, that low humming

You hearing cause i ain’t grounded

Birds fly south I’m stretching out nigga my third eye

Been blind, three times, crazy shit

Sick a lufic a missile up and a many with it

Many diddity flip the switch and the monster walk

Nuts and bolts grindin', no covfefe talk

To quoute a white supremacist

It all be funny if that fuckboy wasn’t president

But such as it is, black bodies learn to fly

It’s high knees to wrong high and I’m running to the sky

Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky

Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky

Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky

Oh I keep Runnin' (runnin'), runnin' (runnin') runnin' to the sky