Run It Down - Jay Prince

Thank God that we here again, you know

This the kinda shit that make you let it go

Livin' in a city where it’s hard to blow

But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it’s ours for sure

Now we got it (Got it) poppin' drop it, run it down

Now we got it (Got it) poppin', it’s the sound

Now we got it poppin', run it down

Now we got it poppin', it’s the sound

Ooh-hoo, hee-hee

La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha

Ooh-hoo, hee-hee

La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha

Yeah, what’s your life like?

I been on my lonely, tryna write, like

There ain’t no more days up in this life, like

She said, «Don't be stressin' in the limelight»

But get your mind right, ayy

Prayers up, for the most part

Ain’t no chillin' on the sofa

Head gone, head so far

In the clouds any minute now

I should get it now, I already told y’all

I been tired of the useless

I been tired of the usin'

I ain’t even talkin' loosely

A lot of shit don’t move me

N*ggas thinkin' it’s a movie

I just wanna make a move, see

'Cause it gets like that when your chips ain’t stacked

And your money ain’t right and you wanna get high

With the mandem but you’re just wasting time

And I don’t wanna waste no time

I just wanna get my money

And I just wanna live my life

Ain’t nobody wanna ride

Ain’t nobody on my side (Woo)

Waste no time (Ain't no), ain’t nobody on time (Ayy)

Thank God that we here again, you know

This the kinda shit that make you let it go

Livin' in a city where it’s hard to blow

But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it’s ours for sure

Now we got it (Got it) poppin' drop it, run it down

Now we got it (Got it) poppin', it’s the sound

Now we got it poppin', run it down

Now we got it poppin', it’s the sound

Ooh-hoo, hee-hee

La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha

Ooh-hoo, hee-hee

La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha

Run it down

Take it a day at a time

Praying we all gonna shine

I seen the darkest of days

I need a spark and a change

You got me stuck in my ways

They pointing fingers to blame

Really, it’s one in the same thing

And I never wanna be famous

Something about it we crave

Something about what I make

I only feel when I’m down

I been around and back in the lab

I feel like I’m runnin' around

I need to be with the fam

I need to speak with my dad

Things on my mind

Thinkin' about everything that we had

Crusin' in the city, ride slow

Tryna clear my mind for the most

Okay, it’s alright, I hope

Only way I know is when I’m-

Thank God that we here again, you know

This the kinda shit that make you let it go

Livin' in a city where it’s hard to blow

But fuck it, we gon' get it 'til it’s ours for sure

Now we got it (Got it) poppin' drop it, run it down

Now we got it (Got it) poppin', it’s the sound

Now we got it poppin', run it down

Now we got it poppin', it’s the sound

Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Wee-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Look

Feel like a million dollars, I’m tryna holler

Rememberin' the days when you said that I was a goner

I ain’t gonna lie, man it hit me, like real proper

Talkin' on the phone for some hours, I had to top up

Five day pass shit, oh what a blast

Them days used to be the good days with my dogs

Now I’m ATL chillin'

Look who’s back with a soul that’s different

I don’t need dead weight, show you what’s missin'

You are only messin' with the pictures, not Jason'

Funny how they treat you when your love is for the takin'

You got it wrong, go on, must have been mistakin'

I ain’t even hatin', really just jaded off the bullshit (Ayy)

New number, new phone, who this?

(Ahh)

I been tryna turn a new page

I been around the world, it felt great

My brother Yannick told me, «Keep it 25−8»

Fuck it, if they love you don’t worry 'bout the hate

Shit gets real when you start to make plays

And that’s just the way, and that’s just the wave

And that’s just the way it goes (Way it goes)

That’s just the way it goes (Way it goes)

Ooh-hoo, hee-hee

La-da-da-ah, ahh-ha

I’m really in the cut, no shit (No shit)

I been workin' twenty-four seven, no flinch (No flinch)

Ride around the city, ghost ridin' the whip (Skrt)

Right now couldn’t give a fuck what it is

Right now I been hearin' all the same shit

Right now got me thinkin, «Is this really it?»

(Really)

Just a young black man tryna get in (Get it)

Tryna put the pieces to the puzzle, it’s a mix

Better cut the talkin', put the muzzle on it quick

Coz you realer than it is?

I ain’t gonna lie

We just tryna make a dime, are you down with the clique?

Do it for the 'Gram, right here, take a pic

N*ggas goin' ham for the ends where I live

Bitch, I come alive, how you think I made it here?

They wanna see you down, they don’t wanna see you clear

I come alive, how you think I made it here?