Lyrics
Run
Just like say you wanna come, run
In a clash, soundboys get bun, run
Look what Merky and Royal-T done, run
Run, run
This ain’t a game, it ain’t fun, run
Family Tree are number one, so
Run, run, run, run, run
Run when I land
Or somebody might get boxed by my hand
I know mandem that will die for a grand
Don’t care about footprints in sand
Don’t read Bible, don’t read Qur’an
So Usain Bolt or get a crash bang
No point tryna move gay like Tyson
You’ll get swept off of the floor you stand on
Turn your T-shirt to a tampon
Before police come, I’m gone
That’s the only time you see me run
Unless I’m chasing an enemy, I stand strong
Better get your Air Max on
I’m a viking, you Anglo-Saxon
Don’t stop at all like Banton
Or that will be the whole of your life done
Run
Just like say you wanna come, run
In a clash, soundboys get bun, run
Look what Merky and Royal-T done, run
Run, run
This ain’t a game, it ain’t fun, run
Family Tree are number one, so
Run, run, run, run, run
Uh
Dun know, I’m on a strap ting
140 on the most, no splat ting
Running from the feds, don’t wanna get trapped in
Man got sprayed up, man got laid down
Man got wiped, no need for a napkin
Man got a gun slap, that’s a headshot
By a thug but there weren’t no Maniac tracks in
Uh
Make snow land up on your cornrow
Cause we’re treating heads just like they’re Heathrow
Told man run but he didn’t wanna know
Got a new tool, I’ll slap you into your boy
Man are like rahtid
Are you man turned into a Cheeto?
Chest spread like the wings on an eagle
Run
Just like say you wanna come, run
In a clash, soundboys get bun, run
Look what Merky and Royal-T done, run
Run, run
This ain’t a game, it ain’t fun, run
Family Tree are number one, so
Run, run, run, run, run