"Cannot Run When Over Encumbered" lyrics

"Cannot Run When Over Encumbered"

Yeah, yeah

Niggas never see me coming
Only way you see me coming was if you was my bitch
Talking bout that nigga got hits
Gat to the back of your dome, nigga, name me six
Fuck nigga, name me three
I turned thirty-three and all I ever fucking think about is greed
All I ever think about is me
And all I dream about is M3's and M16's

Yeah, I really love rims
Pocket full of gold, move y'all, they like "Let's rob him"
Yeah, I really love gems
Neck full of brilliant stones, she like "Let's top him"
Left side, Glock, right side, fence
I'ma do my body, nigga, I cannot sprint
So much booty, model nigga really locked in
Tell my greed is a sin, nigga, come and get a glimpse (Yeah)

Vision foggy, poison in my body (Yeah)
Amulet glisten, I listen, it tell me to rob 'em
Limbs shiny, my pockets is extra naughty
Make a bitch get naked and extra naughty
I cannot move an inch, I need all of this (Yeah)
I came from nothing, I'm leaving with all this shit
I stack, I stack, I stack it up, vacuum in bags
Spread to the floor and walls, I'm finna collapse

Yeah, yeah, yeah


Writer(s): Centel Orlando Mangum
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