RUN - Abhi The Nomad

Katy Perry in this bitch, call it pop time

Automatic call block, never hit a hotline

Talk time zero on the mobile or the cell bricks

House made of rap money, never had to sell bricks

We ain’t with that Evian or TED talk

This that 110 degrees where the dead walk

South side Madras, we the shit till the jigs up

Only thing we got is a wicket or a sixer, sheesh

Sheesh, rock that bata on my feet I’m a beast

Got the Vada in my teeth and a fucking cup of tea

I don’t spill lil homie, pay my bills you don’t know me

Went from takeout rotis to eating pink eat raw poke

I pull the pin on y’all, you been-hardknocks

But now you making eggs for your kids while I been on call with labels

Been gone for two-three months, my lady love my brown skin

I been cooking while y’all still not thawed, goddamn

(Mmmm. This is where the hook goes)

They said they want that rough shit, yeah I give 'em some, son

Legendary trashman, rappers in my tum-tum

Marathon run shit

I be on my Gump, son

Do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones

Yeah, I make a lump sum

I don’t need a handout, I ain’t hit a slump once

This that wave, wave, hi and then dump them

Ride the wave way high and then run them

(Yeahhhh)

(Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm)

(Yeah)

Never had a day job

I ain’t suitable for cubicles

Instead, I’m giving 16 bites with 5 cuticles

The set I’m in is silk sheet pillows and not the usual

You’re celibate, your dick be crying at all the funerals

I’m this guy:

Seen in the east of the Pasadena region from being a blip with a visa scheming

I dipped, dived in it

Now I’m I’m legally lethal and brick by brick

I been beatin' 'em like these rappers beatin' they women

Over the head, I don’t make Ms

But I don’t bank empty

Shout to my dogs, beating the odds

How they gone make ends meet?

I don’t got Gods, I gotta problem

I gotta whole lot of problems

I walk in a room full of women they put up the wet floor caution sign

They want that «finer things in life» shit

On my Guy Fieri, dine her, drive inside that ****

Fuck it I’m a dive in

Hair stay wavy like I’m Tony the Tiger

I’m motherfucking vibrant

They said they want that rough shit, yeah I give 'em some, son

Legendary trashman, rappers in my tum-tum

Marathon run shit

I be on my Gump, son

Do it for the have-nots, nerds and the numb ones

Yeah, I make a lump sum

I don’t need a handout, I ain’t hit a slump once

This that wave, wave, hi and then dump them

Ride the wave way high and then run them