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​running miles. ˂/3 - pulse (producer) lyrics

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[chorus]
don’t play with my money, don’t play with my mind
don’t play with my f*cking emotion
i’m waiting on trial, it’s been a while
i ain’t got time for a motion
while you walking out, so i’m running miles
and i ain’t got time to be coasting
so look at my file, i’m counting piles
of money from dreams and devotion

[verse 1]
must not know who you f*cking with just me, myself and i
i’ve been moving all up by myself and getting to the top
you can’t stop what’s already on its way, so step out to the side
i’ve been grinding since a little kid, so i would never lie
i’m a motherf*cking monster now, that you just can’t control
i just say the f*ck i wanna and just do the f*ck you don’t
you don’t understand the message, get them back to f*ck up off
i’m a motherf*cking gangsta in this business, so i won’t
going bye to the people that just want to see me fall
so go f*ck yourself and all that sh*t ’cause i can’t do no wrong
i’m a demon, i’m an angel, i’m a god so what the f*ck
you don’t know what i’ve been going through so miss me when you front like

[chorus]
don’t play with my money, don’t play with my mind
don’t play with my f*cking emotion
i’m waiting on trial, it’s been a while
i ain’t got time for a motion
while you walking out, so i’m running miles
and i ain’t got time to be coasting
so look at my file, i’m counting piles
of money from dreams and devotion
[verse 2]
sleeping on the ground i thought our lives would never change
but we try, we try, we try to get through motherf*cking pain
sell my life away for nothing, thought that i had just fell off
stuck inside a prison for my mamma, i would not give up
but
i’m still in my zone, still with no phone, i ain’t got nothing to prove to you
you and your friends, you can pretend that i don’t exist or amuse you
say what you want i’m hitting blunts, so people you think they don’t matter
no one is f*cked, front if you want, you just don’t know what i’m after
doing sold off shows all up and down the f*cking globe
we took nothing, made it something then got robbed of all our hope
i’ve been ducking, i’ve been diving and i know i’m still afloat
so just count me out again b*tch, just motherf*cking know

[chorus]
don’t play with my money, don’t play with my mind
don’t play with my f*cking emotion
i’m waiting on trial, it’s been a while
i ain’t got time for a motion
while you walking out, so i’m running miles
and i ain’t got time to be coasting
so look at my file, i’m counting piles
of money from dreams and devotion

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