Run, run, run..
You better runaway hard, like Kanye’s pictures
I’m mos def unfuckable, ask Dante’s mistress
You’ll always be second place like Beyonce’s sister
Yes, defeat hurts, like, be on, say, a blister
Like, mister me, I see through you like an MR.. I
My pad should be stored in an archive, no lie
So my, hard life is probably why I rap from my heart, I
Can start my verse when I get summoned on doomsday
Confident, not shy like the city of Common and Lupe
Far from common, nor a fiasco, y’all should perish
My lyrics are state-of-the-art like Paris, there is
No respect for history, this game old like Tetris
Fact is, it’s evident the competition is minor, silly
Yes, I’m more underground than those minors in Chili
You feel me? Meaning eventually I gotta get up
Rather stay dreaming, ‘cause it’s fucked up
Everybody got a lie ability, it just doesn’t add up
Rather have my ass at the bottom than be fast up
‘cause the mainstream proves to be the last stop
Before the finish..
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