Can’t Run

Lyrics

[Intro: GQ (JD McCrary)] (Oh, you can't run) One time, one time For myself, though Always give back, you feel me? To y'all, that is (Oh, you can't run) I be the one that need it most though, straight up Yeah [Verse 1: GQ] Since five, you feel me? I had "Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang" bumpin' Really how I live, partner, we ain't stuntin' For my nigga [Ty Dios?] [0:26], I ain't hoopin' But the kids love me like I'm Teenage Mutant, Foot Clan snoopin' Young buck wanna rate us at [?] [0:32], check out the irony Same folks hate what I'm doin' tend to admire me In the dead zone when I'm successful, new lost cause Act like she got her shit together, but a lost cause Ram Club checks, come and look at how my seat changed Magic flow, Penny before the knee pain Quit my job, what's the odds of me becoming rich still? People tryna get close like eatin' at the Fifth Wheel Pre-game, we came, that's a potluck Hoes like moles at an arcade, they pop up No fun and games, every sentence long like I fuck with Kane Everything we do is private just to get some public fame Trick or treat in my city for more than Kit-Kats Learned about snakes being a gym rat Life took my breath away, then mother nature gave me my wind back Showing out so I can do a show and get me ten stacks Shit, that's like a mil' to a table without a meal World full of color, [?] [1:19] white like I'm Jaleel For the green, I'ma blackout, talkin' about grey skies Man, I do this well like Patti LaBelle make pies Pray for me, man, I'm tryna raise hell but pay tithes Snappin', known for it like 55th and steak fries Can't fuck with me, never do acknowledge, I just skate by Niggas give a salty look and bitches give me fake "hi's" That's cool with me, man, I'm on some shit that you ain't heard about I'm talkin' that -ism, bruh, this shit they gotta learn about They actin' like we just now doin' somethin' clean Blackin' out before the blackout, my nigga, fuck you mean? [Interlude: GQ (JD McCrary)] Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Oh, you can't run), yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah [Verse 2: GQ] Look, only rapper who beat Devils Got me a degree from Chapel Hill, still speak ghetto Nonchalant when I'm off the lala, he mellow Make her puddin' pop every night she give me Jell-O Drove a van with the fam just tryna feed me and fellow Only [?] [2:12] some niggas had at school was green and yellow Childhood comin' back, heard that they freein' [?] [2:17] Family stayed first, it's only right that I keep a medal Town like a Vegas campus, look, you seein' Rebels Board a plane high, then tell the pilot to reach my level Coincidentally went from rockin' J's to Roc-A-Fella All my brothers know I'm smart, treat me like Donatello Middle finger to you niggas reppin' my city wrong Had us lookin' bad, thank God that I'm livin' strong Bruh, this shit is stupid, 'bout as stupid as my flow get If you don't know who GQ is, nigga, you don't know shit At my mama house on the couch lookin' at old pics Having flashbacks to the winter, ain't been cold since, hmm If life a war, then I just want my army fed Why you all up in my business? You actin' like Karlie Redd Reservation only, I make sure to call ahead Lay it down real smart, this beat is just a Harvard bed I talked to [Fro?] [2:59] the other day, he been in ten plus The world is art, they got my nigga paintin' with a thin brush Reason why I be treatin' every day like we can die I really do this shit, it ain't no, "Least I tried," my nigga [Outro: (JD McCrary)] (Oh, you can't run) (Oh, you can't run)