Boldy James, The Alchemist - Run-Ins lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, The Alchemist - Run-Ins lyrics]
Three people running
Officers on their tails one, two, three, four
At least four officers there on the tails
Uh, you see officers there
In unit's still and on point
Run, lil’ nigga, boy
Trying to catch whoever these
Men are they get run, run
Keep running, yeah
This for my niggas on the run
The more you sweat in training
The less you bleed in combat
My youngins signing on the dot
And killing for them contracts
A hundred rounds quick to run
A nigga in the ground run off
We go on the manhunt to run that nigga down
Tryna run me up a hundred
Had to dumb it down
Run into my ex and now she
Giving me the run around
Got your bitch running errands cause
We run the town
I don’t need a clearance tell them niggas
"Move the fuck around"
Been tryna run this shit back up
This shit been up-and down
Runners run in packs, Off White
Air Max runners
Nike Tech jogging fit, what I ran it up in
A bad, pretty
Young bitch what I’m standing up in
Since you niggas counting pockets
And get barely-up ends
A couple loose Iraqis told her bet it up then
Running back and forth to Cali
Tryna catch up with Twin
My other plug from the Valley
Run me seven for ten
I been running all my life
Having run-ins with the law
Leave the engine running
Finna run up in this bank
I’m ‘bout to run a play
Growing up as a youngin, I was a runaway
Outside in the cold with a runny nose
Roadrunning, running dope
I love to run the road
Had a run, ran it up, now we off and running
You might’ve caught me down bad
But never caught me running
Two suspects cut through
Several Detroit neighborhoods
At a very high rate of speed
Eventually ditching the car and
Running their separate ways
One man surrendered after running
For several blocks
This is all unfolding about a mile from
The city airport on Detroit’s Eastside
It’s unclear why they were chasing these men
In terms of police
But we are working to get more
Information for you as we speak
Grab his arms, I got his feet
Close the trunk count of three: 1, 2, 3!
Officers on their tails one, two, three, four
At least four officers there on the tails
Uh, you see officers there
In unit's still and on point
Run, lil’ nigga, boy
Trying to catch whoever these
Men are they get run, run
Keep running, yeah
This for my niggas on the run
The more you sweat in training
The less you bleed in combat
My youngins signing on the dot
And killing for them contracts
A hundred rounds quick to run
A nigga in the ground run off
We go on the manhunt to run that nigga down
Tryna run me up a hundred
Had to dumb it down
Run into my ex and now she
Giving me the run around
Got your bitch running errands cause
We run the town
I don’t need a clearance tell them niggas
"Move the fuck around"
Been tryna run this shit back up
This shit been up-and down
Runners run in packs, Off White
Air Max runners
Nike Tech jogging fit, what I ran it up in
A bad, pretty
Young bitch what I’m standing up in
Since you niggas counting pockets
And get barely-up ends
A couple loose Iraqis told her bet it up then
Running back and forth to Cali
Tryna catch up with Twin
My other plug from the Valley
Run me seven for ten
I been running all my life
Having run-ins with the law
Leave the engine running
Finna run up in this bank
I’m ‘bout to run a play
Growing up as a youngin, I was a runaway
Outside in the cold with a runny nose
Roadrunning, running dope
I love to run the road
Had a run, ran it up, now we off and running
You might’ve caught me down bad
But never caught me running
Two suspects cut through
Several Detroit neighborhoods
At a very high rate of speed
Eventually ditching the car and
Running their separate ways
One man surrendered after running
For several blocks
This is all unfolding about a mile from
The city airport on Detroit’s Eastside
It’s unclear why they were chasing these men
In terms of police
But we are working to get more
Information for you as we speak
Grab his arms, I got his feet
Close the trunk count of three: 1, 2, 3!