Lyrics Max B – Run Homeboy Run

You know what this is
A little bit of that VIP
Don Veli
I’m bout to make it do what it do baby

See this shit here was made in the slums
Here the popo come
Run homeboy run
Time to go get loose
I should be sitting with my name at the top
I just want me a spot
That I can call my own
So I can go get loose

I hate the law I break the law
Never cracking a fake smile when I’m facing the juror
Take a couple hundred thou and I make it the more
Momma dropping her stem now she scrapping the floor
Same weight same state
Judge threw me a elbow stayed with my game face…
Both had ambition both have tha same taste…
Petite lil pretty bitches rollie the day and date…
Went R-Rated, slipping the other night…
Back reincarnated, pimp in my other life…
Not Don Wan Bishop more like Ron O’Neil…
Paid my lawyers 300 grand on court appeals…
Family of Gambino’s Bambino…
Charly Ram in the Benzito Danny Devito…
It’s always Sunny in California niggas will run up on ya…
This time professional, nothing like before…

See this shit here was made in the slums
Here the popo come

In the back of the double R and I’m faded
Just finished listening to the nigga album, I hated it
Just finished listening to how they overrated it
Mediocre flows, I ain’t ok with it
Baby waitin to fuck, I ain’t gon play with it
I beat the pussy up, but I don’t stay with it
I got a wife at home, I don’t lay there
Pulled out the rubber for raw head now pay a tip
Rocks I pay the grip
Jobs they came equipped
Hit up the Marriot
Stop to take a shit
Niggas love Veli
Bigga hug Deli’s
Mayo on both sides
Player on both rides
Free B Shmurda
Free Big Meech
6ix9ine ratted
Free C Murda
Free ?
Free ?
Kill all the competition
Tie up the loose ends

See this shit here was made in the slums
Here the popo come
Run homeboy run
Time to go get loose
I should be sitting with my name at the top
I just want me a spot
That I can call my own
So I can go get loose