Killer Mike - RUN (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Killer Mike - RUN (en) Lyrics
Mike, the one thing about being
a nigga in america,
It's like storming the
beach in normandy.
A guy gets popped, another guy
goes, another guy falls.
You just gotta keep going,
Gotta keep storming
that beach nigga,
You gotta keep runnin'.
Ain't no rhyme or reason why it's
not you on the ground,
But as long as it's not,
You better keep your feet
underneath you.
Keep 'em movin'.
Ain't no time to be scared.
But even if you are,
What fuckin' difference does it
make, run nigga, keep going.
You're just as heroic as those people
that stormed the beach
So what's the excuse, I'm
not good enough,
I did something wrong,
I'm not perfect
Nobody asked anyone
to be perfect,
We just asking
people to be honest
You're a leader, lead!
Don't be afraid,
we got your back
Like the motherfuckin'
verizon man
Run!
God don't like ugly but I
ain't the one to judge
Whole, whole lot of gold
cubans weigh a ton,
Say I kept it solid when
it's all said and done
All I know is keep going
run nigga run
Momma told me never fold,
run nigga run
Like jenny told forest
gump run nigga run
The race for freedom ain't
won run nigga run
Had to make it out the red
clay run nigga run
The westside of atlanta yea that's
where I'm from (flatlands)
Outside I was hands
on like a glove
Moving like n.o.r.e.
Eatin on the run
Still an underground king
and that's word to bun
Locked in like rice street
without a bond
I was playing with the powder
way before lebron
My wife was born a red head
but now she a blonde
Politicians lie and your favorite
rapper is a con
Don't check for me without a
check for me that's a hun
The only l's I wear is followed
by vuitton (louis)
Get money and the power teach
'em while they young
Blessed to make it out the
slums run nigga run
The race to freedom ain't
won run nigga run
This for the ones that
never won
Hurt feelings going numb
Beat the odds like a drum
Run run nigga run
I put some brand new margiela
on my bitch
Thinking the same but it
ain't banking the same
I put a brand new fluoresce
on her wrist
I bought that bitch a new
patek plain jane
This a bigger boat we ain't
sinking the same
This a pj we are not
on the same plane
Yeah
Yellow diamonds
like the sun (yeah)
And I keep it 1 on 1 (yeah)
Run (take off)
Trappin out I'm mamas son
F&n with the drums
Now a nigga shooting fun
Ooh ooh ooh
I keep this shit on a
tightrope
On a pj with no
night clothes
Bitches had fucked why its
tight tho
Why its tight, I signed
the check like a typo
Rescue the trenches, all
of the kiddies,
We gone escape on a
yacht boat
We gaining weight like
big pun
Run nigga run
Installing this shit in
my son
Green interior lawn
Dr. Martin boots when I come
This for the ones that never won
hurt feelings going numb
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