Running Man - Rexx Life Raj

Everyone lit if you ask them

I’m not fooled by the game face

You niggas still in the same place

Running man, running man, ey ey Business calls on my cell phone

Finna be on I can’t wait

They’ll still be in the same spot

Running man, running man, ey ey Yeah

Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, running man

I can’t be complacent

Can’t get too comfortable

There’s too much to do ey

Hold your city down, you’re a staple now

They look up to you ey Don’t let bullshit fuck with you

Real recognize real, they got love for you

Eating at places where food is too much

Back in the day all we had was Lunchables

Young nigga

With a purpose

Know I’m aiming

For the stars

Trust yourself

Trust your vision

Trust your heart

There’s a battle

For your mind

They’re raging war

We need some soldiers, well say no more

Cup of Folgers I wake 'em up

I’ve been out the way, staying tucked

Black lives lay on the curb

They say we matter, that’s only words

Watch us swimming in pools of blood

While the world seems undisturbed

Unconscious and uninvolved

My middle finger say fuck them all

I hear them talking and popping off

No I don’t buy that shit

Not at all, no not at all

Everyone lit if you ask them

I’m not fooled by the game face

You niggas still in the same place

Running man, running man, ey ey Business calls on my cell phone

Finna be on I can’t wait

They’ll still be in the same spot

Running man, running man, ey ey Yeah

Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, running man

Running, I’ve been counting change

We are not the same

You’ve been in the way, I’ve been out the way

Take a look around

Count my blessings up, I will not complain

Frequent flyer miles in and out the Bay

Hopping out of planes, swear the universe always make a way

Same big black nigga with jokes

The weed I smoke get me high as my hopes

Went from nobody coming to my show

To everyone knowing the words to (?)

Oh what a feeling

I feel like you were doing the same shit a year ago

(Same shit a year ago)

Mind more spiritual

Mind out the box like a box full of cereal

Rise to the top, Imma aim for the pinnacle

Stand up guy, bitch I could’ve been a criminal

You niggas doing too much, be a little more minimal

Looking like a deer in the headlights

Talk a little less, get your bread right

Take a little time, get you head right

One time for the city, one time for the rexx life

Everyone lit if you ask them

I’m not fooled by the game face

You niggas still in the same place

Running man, running man, ey ey Business calls on my cell phone

Finna be on I can’t wait

They’ll still be in the same spot

Running man, running man, ey ey Yeah

Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, ey ey Running man, running man, running man

All that running yeah

You can’t run from yourself

All that running oh Where ya going, where ya going, where ya going

All that running yeah

You can’t run from yourself

All that running oh Where ya going, where ya going, where ya going

Oooh ooh

Oooh ooh

Running man, running man, running man