I'll tell the truth, I'll promise you
This world may frown upon
the things I have you do
But I got taste, and I got style
I know the twists and turns to make your life worth,
You better run, run from the devil
You better run, run from the devil
You better run, run from the devil
You better run, run from the devil
My brother you could probably
win in a shit talking competition
My compositions the opposition
of all the shit that
Got niggas wishing to spit tragic,
the shit that get
You deal crack and you spend
cash on cement asses
My heart burns in the fire of truth
Got the heat of seven suns
in the meteor treatment needed
More niggas burn on
WorldStar than 1792
Won't act like I'm any better,
you or me, I am you
We are hate, we are love,
as below so above
We got poison everywhere
so what's a war on a drug?
We at war with ourselves,
talking war with no guns
So if you had to meet yourself
would you go do it a run?
'Cause I could be MLK, I could be Juicy J
Or a lame on Instagram that shows
the world his AK
Fourty seven's the way,
you can follow a stray
At the end of the day,
at the end of the day you better (Run!)
Run in some type of direction
'Cause the people going nowhere
are the ones that are flexing
I'm not trying to be a preacher,
I was never a reverend
But I can take your ass to church and show you
glimpses of heaven you better (Run!)
Run in some type of direction
'Cause the people going nowhere
are the ones that are flexing
I'm not trying to be a preacher,
I was never a reverend
But I can take your ass to church and show you