Lyrics

[Verse 1 - The Notorious B.I.G.] I kicked flows for ya, kicked down doors for ya Even left all my motherfuckin' hoesforya Niggas think Frankiepussy-whipped Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak,Insta-ma-tac We don't get down like that Lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at? Petiteness, but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that I'm fuckin' with you The bitch official, though, dick harder than a missile, yo Try to hit, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-oh With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her Find the deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressing me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD blast, I was past She came twice, I came last, roll the grass [Verse 2 - Bugzy Malone] You were knocking on the door They're looking at you through the peeper You say you don't love them, they say they don't love you either You say you don't care, you're lying through your teeth-a You're cut deep down and the wound is getting deeper You're getting kinda hungry looking like a Wiz Khalifa The roads are getting cold and now you're gonna catch a fever Penny for your thoughts, that's because the door's staying closed And your memories are getting no cheaper Family first, but you're not a believer It's been a nightmare for this daydreamer They've done you dirty and it's getting no cleaner 'Cause even though you're hurt they're calling it a misdemeanour [Hook - Rag'n'Bone Man] Young boy run, run They're tryna keep you in the slums, slums Young boy run, run You gotta love yourself these days You gotta love yourself Young boy run, run They're tryna keep you in the slums, slums Young boy run, run You gotta love yourself these days You gotta love yourself [Verse 2 - Bugzy Malone] Panic sets in; you realise that you're standing there alone You pick your bags up and you're running for the stairway Adrenaline running from your head into your toes Because you know that people they escape rarely What's sin when you're sinning only to survive You're getting by but you're just getting by barely You're stumbling, telling them that they don't know the struggle They don't understand that struggle can be scary Bottom of the stairs you run out the fire exit Backstreet-boy, you don't wanna get arrested Running through the city's got this young boy breathless And he better be careful, 'cause they'll eat him for breakfast [Hook - Rag'n'Bone Man] Young boy run, run They're tryna keep you in the slums, slums Young boy run, run You gotta love yourself these days You gotta love yourself Young boy run, run They're tryna keep you in the slums, slums Young boy run, run You gotta love yourself these days You gotta love yourself