Ari Lennox, EARTHGANG - RUN TOO lyrics

Yo, more lighter flicks
More lighter flicks
We well acquainted at this, we
Well acquainted at this point
Haha
This our first date
Well acquainted, ooh
Aight, let's do this shit
Oh shit
Yeah, yeah
Dropped my phone, dropped my phone

Uh, I must be one of the lucky ones, graded
So-so credit, live life lightheaded
I'm the madness to the method, man
From a place without no Wu Tang Clan
But we got Ku Klux Klans
All up through there
Hustle all we do here
Tryna makе it shake 'til it's
Poppin' like a root beer
Made this in a lеap year
Next year I'll be nuclear
Hella high falutin', hotboxin' two stories
I don't give a fuck 'bout who here
Always been the underdog
It's over for that bullshit
Born with the skillset, built up the toolkit
Got the pocket presence
It's a breeze on some through shit
Hate when niggas talk but when they see you
They don't do shit
I'm a simple man but even
That can be confusing
Always said my checkered past would
Have 'em jumpin' to conclusions
Can't have nobody around me
That ain't makin' contributions
All I do is run, get high
Fuck and make music

Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life
What a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?
What a life, what a life, what a life
What a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?

I'm tired of niggas
Tired of motherfuckers underachievin'
Scared of they greatness
Wastin' they breathin'
Spoilin' blessings
Pissin' they chances down the drain
Sittin' on they hands and wonderin'
Why they situation ain't changed
I'm tired of crackers
I'm tired of dealin' wit'
You racist bastards
Salty asses
Can't focus on nothin' else but me
I'm tired of haters frightened
'bout somethin' I'ma be
'Cause my purpose got
You feelin' worthless
Now we enemies
I'm tired of sleepin', tired of creepin'
Tired of hoes
Tired of hot ass summers with
Crooked cops on patrol
Shawty tryna do her best
Said she slide down this pole
But she see my mind on, I'm all alone
So who can I open up to? Probably this bottle
This sack of weed, it talks to me
We eye to eye, we knee to knee
Prayin' for some shit, ain't
Sure if it exists
Huh
Yeah, we lucky if we wind
Up with a loyal bitch
Yeah, we slide out our moms
How quickly we forget
Here, surrounded by lies and
Plastic like a zip
Here, hope you ain't got this image
Of me in your head
The chosen son
The one you meet after you dead
The holy one, no blemish
Not a stain on this linen
Picture perfect, perfect image, nigga
That ain't how I'm livin'
Nigga that ain't how I'm livin'
So go on
Put your fingers in the sky for the sinners

Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life
What a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?
What a life, what a life, what a life
What a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to?
To, what a life, what a life, what a life
What a life this is
(I, I, I wanna know)
Who can I, who can I open up to?
Ooh ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh, ooh