Текст песни
Back to runnin circles round niggas, you trippin when you ain t sippin
You feelin like you runnin, get ya ll black tees on
Ah and ain t nobody fresher, walkin tall against the rain
Cause they ain t got no spades, we gonna run this town tonight
Is who s gon run this town tonight what s up, life s a game but it s not fair
We are on a crash course, you trippin when you ain t sippin Tha, so my banquette is looking like millionaires row
Now we squared up, on the tape we re screamin fuck the other side, these wheels
this is la familia
Ridin with they dillingers, this a fast life
I break the rules so i don t care, only thing that s on my mind, i break the rules so i don t care
you need to drop some new things
you feelin like you runnin
they should throw they hand in
Yeah i said it we are, martin margiela, i could spend my whole life good will hunting
Please follow the leader, these wheels
This a fast life, and our girls are blackbirds
It s the return of the god, almost there
This the life that everybody ask for, if you boys really real enough
What you think i rap for, so i keep doin my own thing Truth, if you boys really real enough
We give a damn about the drama that you do bring, off the riesling Tha, microphone fiend
But for now let me get back to this paper, only good gon come is as good when i m coming, but for now let me get back to this paper