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run it up - matt fine lyrics

[chorus]
watch the way i got this sh-t coming up (coming up)
i be on my way ’til i run it up, (run it)
i don’t really give a f-ck, give a f-ck (no)
what you think about me, (ya) ain’t enough
watch the way i got this sh-t coming up (coming up)
i be on my way ’til i run it up, (run it)
now i”m outside ’bouta run it up, (jeez)
now i’m outside ’bouta run it up

[verse]
lemme show you powerful
got a mind full
do it eyes closed
got it in my soul
when i’m on a tight rope, no
i dont choke
i let my light go, got a bright glow
stand tall like a light pole
getting everything i like so
and this is everything i ever wanted
i’mma get it how i want it
give a f-ck about your problems
i’m just being f-cking honest, w-ssup
bring it back and forth watch me run it up
seen a lot of people hate on me, never wait on me
probably never thought i’d be the man i am today
i move em out the way, i gotta get it either way
i’mma take it to the top floor
never gonna stop tho
i see my future, riding through the city
hopping in and out of black tahoes

[verse]
limited edition, the sh-t i be spitting
i know i be sounding, the way they be wishing
they say i be gifted, i know it’s been given
from something above me, i know it’s a blessing
and when i be stressing, i know life be testing
i always fall forward, i’m never regressing
you blaming the messenger, cause of the message
my fire be rising, i’m never caught in the wreckage
technique better check this, checking this check list
my life i direct this
don’t need your direction
don’t need your attention
don’t feel any need, to fill any need
i used to lean on og’s and sour d’s
now my creativity bleeds
it’s something inside of my soul, that needs to just leave
i feel it from my hands, down to my feet
my sk!lls are worth more in one year than 800 g’s
this sh-t is over 850 million degrees
they say money don’t grow on trees
but they haven’t seen
how i’ve been planting them seeds
and if you ain’t feel it yet
’bouta get hit with debris
’bouta just zip up these jeans
and i’mma make my money off of real estate
i’m the one thats got the realest tapes
play my sh-t, got so hot you gotta ventilate
burn the building down when this record plays

- matt fine lyrics

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