Road Runnin' - Lil Pete, Money Man

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that’s probably Tago

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Who are you to judge me?

You was not around when I was down and it was ugly

Yeah, gang, ayy

Who are you to judge me?

You was not around when I was down and it was ugly

All these 360 deals, labels tryna fuck me

Dawg lost trial, man, you know that shit touched me

Cold hearted killers in the trenches, you get lucky

To make it out

Had to get a passport to see what life about

'Cause it can be a blessing, but it come with curses

Always keep it trill when I’m writing down these verses

Instagram cool, but she better in person

I just wanna hit then buy that bitch a Birkin

I been sippin' slime, got me slow, so I’m Perc-in'

Side bitch mad, feelings hurt 'cause she was lurkin'

Misinterpret the gang, you can meet your real rival

I’m a legend in my hood, something like I’m Michael

Pandora, Apple Music, streaming checks off Tidal

I been road running, road running

Lately I been road running, I been road running

See the opps, they catch a whole hundred, who hundred

Everybody think they know somethin', they don’t know nothin'

My days consist of me gettin' to a bag

Loyal to the soil, can’t forget about the past

Never in my feelings, I’m just always in a bag

Get it how you live if it’s good or it’s bad

Who are you to judge me?

She just wanna kick it like some rugby

She looked me in the face and said, «I love it when you touch me»

I’m in the trap, I’m catchin' plays, I hate it when she fuck with me

When I was growin' up, I felt alone like no one loved me

I took a hundred K I made from streaming and bought a hundred bags

I took another 50K from publishing, started a weed lab

My mama told me, «Son, please be careful 'cause these niggas jealous»

My daddy told me, «Son, when you leave the house, keep a weapon»

I send a pack through UPS, I think a worker intercepted it

I like my girls with good heads on their shoulders, you know, real intellegent

I’m burnin' on a brand new strain, I think the grower just invented it

My Carolina nigga text an addy so I quickly sent it

Niggas’ll fail you every time, they always on some dirty shit

Niggas snakes inside the grass, you know they on some lurkin' shit

I just bought a brand new Birkin just so I could catch some plays

And I pulled up and had served him fifty Gushers at the Days Inn

I been road running, road running

Lately I been road running, I been road running

See the opps, they catch a whole hundred, who hundred

Everybody think they know somethin', they don’t know nothin'

My days consist of me gettin' to a bag

Loyal to the soil, can’t forget about the past

Never in my feelings, I’m just always in a bag

Get it how you live if it’s good or it’s bad