"Runaway (Freestyle)" lyrics

It's like 2 o'clock in the studio

I guess this 55 thousand so we gon' do it like this
Ugh, Hussle, nigga
1 take too

Look ugh
Mack 11 on my dress drawer
Model bitches like Nipsey what's the weapon for
Niggas try and take I give them nothing less than war
So it's understood there is no explanation for it
Put the box in concrete and put the safe in floor
Extra thick carpet, that's what we laid it for
Young niggas get money, that's what I make it for
Play this out your Range Rover and Mercedes door
I graduated from having haters
Now I see it all as fake love so don't congratulate us
And thank God for my imagination
I seen a vision, I'm in it, and now I'm after greatness
I know that God got me so I practice patience
Most the time I look inside and find the answer's waiting
I'm trying to change my life but it's aggravating
Making the same mistakes twice, I'm shackled to Satan
So let's make a toast to the real niggas
Self made success, know how it feel nigga
Ugh, now raise your glass to the real women
You know the one, whose man in jail but she still with him
Out here on her own but she deal with it
So I'm gon' tip my s-dome 'cause I'm feelin' ya
I represent that any means necessary chopper in the window pane
Lifestyle legendary
Been treated a lot of ways, it was never fair
So we gon' shoot before we march like February
And they don't like it when I rap like that
They rather I'd talk about the crime that's always black on black
And say neighbourhood of sixty crip in every rap
So they can play my tape in court and lock me up for that
But I'm cool
Tell them judges I'm never going back it's a marathon nigga run a lap
Uh
56 thousand
All money in, in
All money in, in
All money in, in
No motherfucking money out nigga