747 by CJ Run Lyrics
Hook:
Say the word I’ll make the move, 747 Boeing
Got a couple things to prove, yet we know where I’m going
Yeah we gotta go, I said we gotta gooo
Verse: 1
I was on the run before I named me such
Hoping up to God that they forget me not
Now I’m the run around town, they be hyping up
Knowing fully in my heart that it’s never enough
So I’m pushing I’m pushing I’m pushing up, notes that I sing widda fisticuff
Is you big enough? Yeah I’m big enough, oh
Now I’m not tryna be greatest rapper live
Like weren’t it 2Pac then biggie who died?
Nay murdered, shot with a burner!
I no do no rap beef, pork or burgers
How many white people coming to the BBQ?!
Look, you don’t get a pass, cause they pardoned you
You shoulda sat there and ate your food with no pepper
Peter piper sniper from the sky no tekkers
Black boi, B.O.I , so I twist my hair in african bantu style
Say hello then thank you pose now SMILE
Wide for da camera, the crowd goes ahhhhh
We gotta go, MOVE, yeah we gotta go MOVE x3
Hook:
Say the word i’ll make move, 747 boeing
Got a couple things to prove, yet we know where we’re going
So where’d you wanna go, we’ll be out before the morning
Gotta go move, yeah we best be on our route
Verse 2:
I’m the night time marauder, hot from the sauna
Pop every collar, pick when I call her
Partial to Fanta, not Coca Cola
5”3 but I feel much taller
Son and your daughter, Sun sign that orbits Jupiter...with a mars in Pisces
Name another brother that you do you know that like me?
No not likely, oh please bite me
Throw my hands up in the air
I’ll contest where I compare
Life is sweet
You lemons square
No showboating over here
There’s no bragging where it’s clear
You been dragging all these years yet I’m standing over here
How’m I here now?
Say the word I’ll make the move, 747 Boeing
Got a couple things to prove, yet we know where I’m going
Yeah we gotta go, I said we gotta gooo
Verse: 1
I was on the run before I named me such
Hoping up to God that they forget me not
Now I’m the run around town, they be hyping up
Knowing fully in my heart that it’s never enough
So I’m pushing I’m pushing I’m pushing up, notes that I sing widda fisticuff
Is you big enough? Yeah I’m big enough, oh
Now I’m not tryna be greatest rapper live
Like weren’t it 2Pac then biggie who died?
Nay murdered, shot with a burner!
I no do no rap beef, pork or burgers
How many white people coming to the BBQ?!
Look, you don’t get a pass, cause they pardoned you
You shoulda sat there and ate your food with no pepper
Peter piper sniper from the sky no tekkers
Black boi, B.O.I , so I twist my hair in african bantu style
Say hello then thank you pose now SMILE
Wide for da camera, the crowd goes ahhhhh
We gotta go, MOVE, yeah we gotta go MOVE x3
Hook:
Say the word i’ll make move, 747 boeing
Got a couple things to prove, yet we know where we’re going
So where’d you wanna go, we’ll be out before the morning
Gotta go move, yeah we best be on our route
Verse 2:
I’m the night time marauder, hot from the sauna
Pop every collar, pick when I call her
Partial to Fanta, not Coca Cola
5”3 but I feel much taller
Son and your daughter, Sun sign that orbits Jupiter...with a mars in Pisces
Name another brother that you do you know that like me?
No not likely, oh please bite me
Throw my hands up in the air
I’ll contest where I compare
Life is sweet
You lemons square
No showboating over here
There’s no bragging where it’s clear
You been dragging all these years yet I’m standing over here
How’m I here now?