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letra de runway - dj premier

[intro: scratches & rome streetz]
that ol’ real sh-t
true story
ayo

[verse 1: rome streetz]
they used to slide food through the slot in my cell, now we eat in a mansion (uh-huh)
diamonds like prince, now i see ’em in the ring dancin’
in queens like prince hakeem with your queen, lampin’
i’m handsome, white girls love me like i’m part of hanson (uh-huh)
mamis love me like i’m bad bunny (they do)
i’ve been that n-gga out here havin’ my way before i had money
life a marathon, son, can’t sprint on this long road
i was thinkin’ like o-dog instead of sean combs
bad boy, i need a billion (uh-huh)
always knew that n-ggas could never hold me down, i’m too resilient
zoom in the beamer coupe, one b-tton remove the ceilin’ (skrrt)
this mc’ll shoot like shyne, standin’ on business (blaow, blaow!)
lot of n-ggas play the game, but a small fraction is winners
the others don’t even know they losin’, that sh-t ridiculous (haha)
before music, i was tuned in with the sniffers
grams for blue strips in my mittens, real sh-t
we could either destroy or we could build sh-t
pay attention to your circle, know who you deal with
gotta know the difference between fraud and trill sh-t
these n-ggas washed, dropped a lot of albums, i don’t feel sh-t
[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, we used to wanna be like mike (like mike)
now i got 50 in the mics (in the mics)
still keep dope in the rice (in the rice)
you talk about money, get it right, n-gga (get that sh-t right, n-gga)
we used to wanna be like mike (like mike)
now i got 50 in the mics (in the mics)
still keep dope in the rice (in the rice)
talk about money, get it right, n-gga

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, the outlandish, two-steppin’, grams dancin’
i’m handsome, i’m manson, bulletproof under the vanson
i’m lampin’, reclinin’ in two-seaters, i’m prancin’ (skrrt)
graveyard sh-t, fiends was vampin’ like jimmy
toast the semi; [?] me (argh!)
pose in a bentley; in kingston, walkin’ through tivoli
badmon, i felt like ziggy
zig zag zig allah, zips on the ricky (argh!)
i don’t give a f-ck who you are, i gets busy (argh!)
versace, fendi
rasklaat, i’ll blow your brains out, you hear me? (boom-boom-boom!)
have you covered in red dots for pennies
please forgive me, lord, i go hard
left ’em distraught from goyard
mozart, rose gold [?], i’m so hard (woo)
i don’t even know y’all, i’m so raw
you nothin’ at all, n-gga, i’m havin’ a ball, n-gga
[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, we used to wanna be like mike (like mike)
now i got 50 in the mics (in the mics)
still keep dope in the rice (in the rice)
you talk about money, get it right, n-gga (get that sh-t right, n-gga)
we used to wanna be like mike (like mike)
now i got 50 in the mics (in the mics)
still keep dope in the rice (in the rice)
talk about money, get it right, n-gga

[outro: scratches]
that ol’ real sh-t

- dj premier

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