Album Name

RTJ4

Artist

Run The Jewels

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.06.03

Release Agency

워너뮤직

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Run here come the menaces
to sobriety
like what What
Super thuggers thumpin' on the cut
What My motherfuckin'
Uzi weighs a ton
Hit the drum 'til you hear it go
Brrup-pum-pum-pum
Run piety just really isn't us
what a rush
See you cuttin' up a pie
that's my lunch
Run your motherfuckin'
pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed
by Denise's only son
Yeah ever ready baby boy
Betty movin' extra heavy
Whippin' Chevy gotta get it
eat spaghetti with the mafia
Cuff vegan bitch and feed 'em dick
'cause they don't eat
no steak and lobster
Sosa was my hero only
Tony's just a fuckin' Hawk-ster
Out of sight
Out of mind out of touch out of time
Man I'll smoke a bogie backwards
with thumb up like
It's fine Run
Secrets help I say
selflessly divine
Leave me here to drown in glory
you're too good to cross that line
Run-run
Tragically struck down in my prime
By the speed at
which the bags are dropping
should've watched the sky
You don't wanna live this life
it's really not sublime
I'm only doing what I want while
hockin' loogies at the swine
Out of sight Ayy
R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy
I don't give a fuck
out-out-out-out of sight Ayy
R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy
What you gonna do What you gonna do
We the motivating
devastating captivating
Ghost and Rae relating product
of the fuckin' '80s
Coke dealin' babies
never regulating
bag accumulating
It would not be overstating
to say they are underrating
The pride of Brooklyn
and the Grady baby
We don't need no compliments
or confidence
Our attitude and latitude is
Fuck you pay me
Next summer leather bombers
dookie ropes and smokin' indica
Ain't a team as mean and clean
as J Meline and Michael Render bruh
TV got no temperature
even if it did
Bitch we cool as penguin pussy
on the polar cap peninsula
Colder than your baby mama heart Uh
When she find out you been fuckin'
with that other broad and
you ain't got that rent for her
I know you just about
mcfuckin' had it
our shit is just magic
Go figure the runts of the litter
did it without scammin'
Was fryin' in the fat of the land
now your man is mashin'
We back of the class and laughin'
you raisin' a hand and tattlin'
Mike shitted in your locker
then left a note with a winky face
Meet us at three o'clock
if you wanna do something tragic
We'll shrinky-dinky
all of that yappin'
it's automated
The gears of the rapper shredder
want action and it'll have it
You know I'm poppin'
a product of fuckin' poverty
I'm cool as AC and you niggas
you just wannabes
I slide on tracks like home plate
Ride beats like road rage
Got a crib in like four states uh
I get a text like Stay safe
Text back I miss that pussy
be home soon and I can't wait
I came from a dream triple beam
and some gray tape Yeah
Assistant went shoppin'
put my bags in the A8
Hello Mr. Big Faith
the bank teller tryna get ranked
I buy a hot dog stand
if I'm tryna be frank
Just left the hospital
makin' sure my nigga was straight
And sent bail couple dollars
'til they give him a date
Tony
Out-out-out of sight Ayy
R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy
I don't give a fuck
out-out-out-out of sight Ayy
R-T-J what you say What you say Ayy
What you gonna do What you gonna do