Runnin Songtext
von Trip Lee feat. Lecrae
Runnin Songtext
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my race
Runnin' my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my race
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Look at my pace
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my race, yeah
My trainin' never been basic
They run from problems, we face it, yeah
Team ain't nothin′ to play with
Shh, what you gon′ say when it's time? (Time)
We had to die to survive (survive)
Nobody get out alive (alive)
I was in danger, he got my faith up
They just out runnin′ wild, nothin' to chase there
We tryna win it all, don′t wanna waste it
Never been qualified, still in the race, yeah
Uh, I'm ′bout to lace my cleats, I gotta face my feats
Take your seat (yeah) or you can race with me (uh)
Take all my guns, but they'll never take my peace
I got the light on my side, I run in the dark
But still I can see every stride
And they told me, "Give up or die"
I just replied, "It's too late, I already died"
Did it, done it, took a lotta L′s, still won it
20, 30, headed to the endzone runnin′
Cut it, cut it, what they say don't mean nothin′
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let's run it
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin′ my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin′ my race (okay)
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keepin′ my pace
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yessir!)
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race
When they look at me, I know they wonder, "What is he?"
Chicago 1s is on the feet, and solid ground is underneath, huh
I'm a nepo baby, a son in his eyes, he's sharin′ the prize
I told him it′s levels, baby, my assets ain't bezels, baby, oh, yeah
I just hit my stride, bro, winnin′ easy don't exist
That′s why I got tatted "Sweet Victory" up on my wrist
My life a movie, call Spike Lee I need a biopic
Found my fit, smell sweet aroma when we're speedin′ by your clique
You act differently, bruh
Unique energy, bruh
Ain't no killer in your chemistry, yuh
Walk in these shoes
Every win I ever got came after redo
I was carried, sound like somethin' He′d do
Did it, done it, took a lotta L′s, still won it
20, 30, headed to the endzone runnin'
Cut it, cut it, what they say don′t mean nothin'
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let′s run it
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin' my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin′ my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keepin' my pace
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
I don't wanna chase after the wrong thing
I don′t wanna idolize a flawed dream
I can′t play my role inside the wrong scene
Wrong scene, wrong scene
Runnin′ my race
Runnin' my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my race
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Look at my pace
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my race, yeah
My trainin' never been basic
They run from problems, we face it, yeah
Team ain't nothin′ to play with
Shh, what you gon′ say when it's time? (Time)
We had to die to survive (survive)
Nobody get out alive (alive)
I was in danger, he got my faith up
They just out runnin′ wild, nothin' to chase there
We tryna win it all, don′t wanna waste it
Never been qualified, still in the race, yeah
Uh, I'm ′bout to lace my cleats, I gotta face my feats
Take your seat (yeah) or you can race with me (uh)
Take all my guns, but they'll never take my peace
I got the light on my side, I run in the dark
But still I can see every stride
And they told me, "Give up or die"
I just replied, "It's too late, I already died"
Did it, done it, took a lotta L′s, still won it
20, 30, headed to the endzone runnin′
Cut it, cut it, what they say don't mean nothin′
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let's run it
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin′ my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin′ my race (okay)
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keepin′ my pace
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yessir!)
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race
When they look at me, I know they wonder, "What is he?"
Chicago 1s is on the feet, and solid ground is underneath, huh
I'm a nepo baby, a son in his eyes, he's sharin′ the prize
I told him it′s levels, baby, my assets ain't bezels, baby, oh, yeah
I just hit my stride, bro, winnin′ easy don't exist
That′s why I got tatted "Sweet Victory" up on my wrist
My life a movie, call Spike Lee I need a biopic
Found my fit, smell sweet aroma when we're speedin′ by your clique
You act differently, bruh
Unique energy, bruh
Ain't no killer in your chemistry, yuh
Walk in these shoes
Every win I ever got came after redo
I was carried, sound like somethin' He′d do
Did it, done it, took a lotta L′s, still won it
20, 30, headed to the endzone runnin'
Cut it, cut it, what they say don′t mean nothin'
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let′s run it
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin' my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin′ my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin′ my race (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keepin' my pace
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
Runnin′ my, runnin' my race
I don't wanna chase after the wrong thing
I don′t wanna idolize a flawed dream
I can′t play my role inside the wrong scene
Wrong scene, wrong scene
Writer(s): William Barefield, Lecrae Moore, Jraul Garcia, Mashell Leroy, Paul Agyei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com