Running Rebels

Rick Ross

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    Ay....Look

    Wale:
    Where did my time go?
    I let it fly
    Spending time trya find em
    And yall niggas the right flow
    I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
    My slight fo's just talk dirty
    I clean em up
    Money I make em buck
    Trust they seen enough
    Lust will have you slipping
    Love will have you stuck
    From where they praise
    Bitches is artificially duck
    Politicians be stunting
    Most of them niggas dumb
    Roll a swisher lets move it
    My position improving
    Not to mention
    I adventured into a cooler unit
    Moving in unicen
    Used to be such a hooligan
    But now im on a roll
    I think im patches o'houlihan
    Ben Stiller
    Zoolander, same face
    Bars change a nigga life
    Nigga Scared Straight
    Jordan 8 strapped up
    Blasting out some backyard
    Backwoods in my ashtray
    Im happier when high
    And drunk
    Baby im in the zone
    Lately been writing poems
    Can't put my soul in this bullshit
    Music that y'all condone
    Mu fuckit
    Ima count all these duckets
    Imma keep my integrity
    Y'all can keep all y'all budgets
    Buzz it
    Like my very first day in here
    Laying here
    Laying here all in your lady ear
    Mercedes rear view
    Thats where today appears
    Im past present
    You lightyears
    Behind here
    .....Wale

    Teedra Moses

    Rolling while im blowing this stash
    Got my foot on the gas
    Drop top on this thang
    And the moon looking beautiful as ever
    See these lights got me on another level
    Feeling like tonight
    Were running wild tonight
    They can never hold me down
    Cus im running
    Gone

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    Meek Millz
    Uh
    Uh
    Yeah

    They larry davis me and said I tried to kill a cop
    Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot
    They said im guilty, I ain't get the chance to say im not
    Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
    Ha, Dead broke tryna get a bail
    Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell
    But I ain't give a fuck cus I ain't trying sit in jail
    They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail
    Im talking life sentence, forever night ???
    This shit right here will turn a man to a mice, nigga
    This shit right here will turn a killer to a nice nigga
    Cold cell, lock down like a vice gripper
    Lead by my strategy, winning I do sporadically
    Try attacking me, automatic shoot automatically
    City backing me, headed for it, no looking back at me
    Lyrical assult, they charge me without the battery
    Ha, Running rebel on another level
    Like the Olympics these youngins just won another metal
    They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil
    If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever
    Young and dumb, or even old and stupid
    I put my faith in God, never try I just do it
    Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement
    My nigga Rozay put me on the tour cus I amuse him

    Teedra Moses

    Rolling while im blowing this stash
    Got my foot on the gas
    Drop top on this thang
    And the moon looking beautiful as ever
    See these lights got me on another level
    Feeling like tonight
    Were running wild tonight
    They can never hold me down
    Cus im running
    Gone

    Stalley

    I ain’t never been a dreamer
    Or fascinated by a beamer
    Or none of those funny floats niggas gloat in
    I keep it classic in that metal frame box I smoke in
    Then push the milk on a slow bend
    Wit my kin that I came in wit
    Blue collar gang we slang that ish
    The script stuck to it
    Hustle like we ain't gain ish
    Never lookin for a handout
    Ain't my language
    I work hard for everything I get
    And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day I slay
    A rebel tho, I dont hold my lips
    They say I talk like im god body
    Bob marley marvin and Marcus
    And since I skipped over puddles they try to throw me where sharks is
    But im a well of inspiration
    A wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation
    All bets on em, double m g tell my foes I ain't left on em

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    Composición: Ric Ross, Tedra Moses, Olubowale Akintemehin, Meek Mill, Stalley y Ernest Price

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