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letra de run goodmusic, run - marqus turner

[hook]
run, goodmusic, run, goodmusic
i’ma f— around and hit ’em with a gun music
yeah, i’m talking ’bout the drill s—
hit ’em with the k!llswitch
riding with the homies, them the n-ggas i’ll k— with
i was gone for a minute, but i’m back now
on some timbo s—, but my bars ain’t tucked now
you spitting fire — how?
’cause it’s a couple m———-’ heads
that i gotta chop off right now

[verse 1]
don’t compare me to these other m——– in my generation
i’m spitting fire — they spitting bricks with no inspiration
i’m trying to get a grammy, yeah that’s my motivation
my destination is to the top without falling off
i’m s—— with no stall, on 10 toes you’ll fall
time to decimate you all — this a conquest, this is not a test
doing this s— with no handoffs
this is still a rap show but my own spinoff
i’m k!lling these n—– off
slicing n—- up with a f—— chainsaw
bro’s barbecue?
let’s meat — morе sauce
judge a n—- ’cause i don’t sound likе y’all
’cause n—– know that i was born for this
made for this
like i took a red pill in the matrix
i’m better than you — just face it
’cause i’ma slide in her plate like a base hit
[hook]
run, goodmusic, run, goodmusic
i’ma f— around and hit ’em with a gun music
yeah, i’m talking ’bout the drill s—
hit ’em with the k!llswitch
riding with the homies, them the n-ggas i’ll k— with
i was gone for a minute, but i’m back now
on some timbo s—, but my bars ain’t tucked now
you spitting fire — how?
’cause it’s a couple m———-’ heads
that i gotta chop off right now

[verse 2]
goodmusic run, goodmusic run, run
tour the world twice, collect all your funds
let these n—– know this ain’t just for fun
and when it comes down to it, they will be done done
like:
(“come, slay the dragon, he spitting too much fire.”)
i can’t slay that n—- to your desire
his girl a virgin, but my rhymes is tighter
doing this s— even when i retire

[verse 3]
it’s a fire, b—- — run, b—-
you the deuce because i am the one
k!lling these n—-, the end of my sum
father figure — i treat them like my sons
(sons)
stupid mother—

(break / ad-lib)
“f— this s—, bro, i gotta do this s— right now before i forget
marqus turner — aye, check it out.”

[verse 4]
wake up in the morning and i ask myself
is life worth living? should i blast myself?
or wait — it is
i got so many friends
i could never ask myself that again
this is the type of spit that make a n—- call a throwback
i don’t get no love — when i do, yeah i show it back
little n—- living out his backpack
now i hit the cabbage patch in the backseat of a maybach
uh — someone go get my gun
call ktd, a.k.a. keshaw the don
that was the slum with my funds
one false move —
he’ll blow your head with no precaution

- marqus turner

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