Killer Mike - RUN ft. Dave Chappelle & Young Thug (Lyrics)

Killer Mike - RUN ft. Dave Chappelle & Young Thug (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Watch The Music Video here: Subscribe to Killer Mike: Stream: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Follow Killer Mike: #KillerMike #RUN #DaveChappelle #YoungThug #Rapcity ➥ Lyrics: Dave Chappelle: Mike, The one thing about being a n*gga in America It’s like storming the beach in Normandy Guy gets popped Another guy goes Another guy falls Just gotta keep going Gotta keep storming that beach n*gga You gotta keep running Aint’ no rhyme or reason why it’s not you on the ground But, as long it’s not, better keep your feet underneath you Keep ‘em moving Ain’t no time to be scared And even if you are what fucking difference does it make? Run n*gga 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 You’re just asking people to be honest You’re a leader Lead Don’t be afraid We got your back like a muthafuckin’ Verizon ad (Run) Killer Mike: God don’t like ugly 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 n*gga run Momma told me never fold, run n*gga run Like Jenny told Forest Gump, run n*gga run The race for freedom ain’t won, run n*gga run Had to make it out the red clay, run n*gga run The westside of Atlanta yea that’s where I’m from (flatlands) Outside I was hands on like a glove (Batman) Moving like my n*gga . 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 RUN - Don’t check for me without a check for me that’s a hun (bluest) 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 n*gga run Chorus: All I know is keep going, run n*gga run Momma told me never fold, run n*gga run Like Jenny told Forest Gump, run ni*gga run The race to freedom ain’t won, run n*gga run This for the ones that never won, hurt feelings going numb, Beat the odds like a drum Run run n*gga run Run run n*gga run Run run n*gga run Young Thug: I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinking the same, but it ain’t banking the same 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, yea, yeah, yea, yeaahhhh, yeahhh! Yellow diamonds like the sun (yeah) And I keep it 101 (yeah) Run (Take off) Trappin out I’m mamas son now a n*gga on that run now a n*gga shooting fun (ooh ooh) I keep this shit on a tightrope On A PJ with no night clothes we just had fucked why its tight tho Why it’s tight, I signed the check like a typo Rescue the trenches, al l of the kiddies, we gone escape on a yacht boat We gaining weight like Big Pun Run n*gga run Installing this shit in my son Run n*gga run Green interior lawn Run n*gga run Doctor Martin boots when I come Run n*gga run Chorus: All I know is keep going run n*gga run Momma told me never fold, run n*gga run Like Jenny told Forest Gump run n*gga run The race to freedom ain’t won run n*gga run This for the ones that never won hurt feelings going numb Beat the odds like a drum Run run n*gga run Run run n*gga run Run run n*gga ru