Runs World by CJ Run Lyrics
INTRO:
Where do you rep?
Who do you claim?
What’d you believe in?
What is you aim?
Is it money?
Is it it fame?
Is it honeys?
Is it change?
Is it gain
Without pain?
Levitate, David Blaine?
Rose from the concrete, what is your name?
Boy boy what you looking for to spark the flame?
VERSE 1:
I’m looking for the lights, of course!
Learning to ride on a driving course
With a 5 legged horse named Charlie
2 and a half men sitting on a harley
Could hardly believe I could get so far but I’m raising the bar see
In the back of a car seat, up in Bali with no car keys, Imma imma imma imma
I want a piece of the pie
Gimme that 3.14159
Gone till the sun don't shine
I'm on a quest no stress and I'll take whats mine
Live life like life is a prize
If I want it imma get imma die for the light
I do do do do do
Reaching for the sky with the devil on my shoulder
Days are getting longer, getting harder and I’m colder
Look into the mirror at the person getting older
I don’t know where next to go
VERSE 2:
Rewind two double oh five
Was a little kiddie in a german inner city
And I wasn't really pretty
So the guys didn’t like
Harm no foul bye gons be gone by
All about time so I learn to quantize
Can’t waste mine on what,if,and,why
Never on a level with the likes of these guys
I was just an awkward child
Sort of sweet like Tate and Lyle
Picked a pen and worked a style
Thought provoke and run them wild
I’ve been forth and back for miles
European chosen child, West African sorta smile
But I see you wonder who I rep
BRIDGE:
Who I rep?
Who I claim?
What do I believe in?
What is my aim?
Is it money?
Is it it fame?
Is it honeys?
Is it change?
Is it gain
Without pain?
Is it to levitate, David Blaine
Rose from the concrete, what is your name?
Boi boi what you looking for to spark the flame?
I’m looking the heights of course
Learning to climb on the highest horse
Even if its a horse named Charlie
Too many man try bar me
So I’m looking at em like bar me?
You could never bar me
Pigs get wrapped quick like Salami
You man can’t do nutting for me
Trust me
VERSE 3:
Stand my ground, rep my town
I dont even know where I come from now
Used to British like a sterling pound
Now I’m american in all of my sounds
Accent's watered, slaughtered down
Still want the mandem to come round
Still wanna rep for the UK sound
Grime is the origin, work from the ground
I would watch AKA back when it was U
JK2 and the Roll Deep crew
Wot u call it? Garage? Wot u call it? Urban?
Wot u making? Pop? I don’t know genre for certain
I got two-step bops that’ll make a man bezerk ‘n
When this new shit drops, I dont wanna hear your verbiage
Closing curtains on the lot, saying I would not see purpose
All my curses are on purpose, I’m a teacher decent learner
Be extinct or nature nurture with it
BRIDGE:
So where do you rep?
Who do you claim?
What’d you believe in?
What is your claim?
Is it money?
Is it it fame?
Is it honeys?
Is it change?
Is it gain
Without pain?
Is it to levitate, David Blaine
Rose from concrete, what is your name?
Rude boy do you really think you spark the flame?
I’m looking like I, of COURSE
I’m a finite force
The light and the source of course
Oh Lord, compacting a final thought
This world neither mine nor yours
Still work to the final fourth, trust me, trust me, trust me...
Where do you rep?
Who do you claim?
What’d you believe in?
What is you aim?
Is it money?
Is it it fame?
Is it honeys?
Is it change?
Is it gain
Without pain?
Levitate, David Blaine?
Rose from the concrete, what is your name?
Boy boy what you looking for to spark the flame?
VERSE 1:
I’m looking for the lights, of course!
Learning to ride on a driving course
With a 5 legged horse named Charlie
2 and a half men sitting on a harley
Could hardly believe I could get so far but I’m raising the bar see
In the back of a car seat, up in Bali with no car keys, Imma imma imma imma
I want a piece of the pie
Gimme that 3.14159
Gone till the sun don't shine
I'm on a quest no stress and I'll take whats mine
Live life like life is a prize
If I want it imma get imma die for the light
I do do do do do
Reaching for the sky with the devil on my shoulder
Days are getting longer, getting harder and I’m colder
Look into the mirror at the person getting older
I don’t know where next to go
VERSE 2:
Rewind two double oh five
Was a little kiddie in a german inner city
And I wasn't really pretty
So the guys didn’t like
Harm no foul bye gons be gone by
All about time so I learn to quantize
Can’t waste mine on what,if,and,why
Never on a level with the likes of these guys
I was just an awkward child
Sort of sweet like Tate and Lyle
Picked a pen and worked a style
Thought provoke and run them wild
I’ve been forth and back for miles
European chosen child, West African sorta smile
But I see you wonder who I rep
BRIDGE:
Who I rep?
Who I claim?
What do I believe in?
What is my aim?
Is it money?
Is it it fame?
Is it honeys?
Is it change?
Is it gain
Without pain?
Is it to levitate, David Blaine
Rose from the concrete, what is your name?
Boi boi what you looking for to spark the flame?
I’m looking the heights of course
Learning to climb on the highest horse
Even if its a horse named Charlie
Too many man try bar me
So I’m looking at em like bar me?
You could never bar me
Pigs get wrapped quick like Salami
You man can’t do nutting for me
Trust me
VERSE 3:
Stand my ground, rep my town
I dont even know where I come from now
Used to British like a sterling pound
Now I’m american in all of my sounds
Accent's watered, slaughtered down
Still want the mandem to come round
Still wanna rep for the UK sound
Grime is the origin, work from the ground
I would watch AKA back when it was U
JK2 and the Roll Deep crew
Wot u call it? Garage? Wot u call it? Urban?
Wot u making? Pop? I don’t know genre for certain
I got two-step bops that’ll make a man bezerk ‘n
When this new shit drops, I dont wanna hear your verbiage
Closing curtains on the lot, saying I would not see purpose
All my curses are on purpose, I’m a teacher decent learner
Be extinct or nature nurture with it
BRIDGE:
So where do you rep?
Who do you claim?
What’d you believe in?
What is your claim?
Is it money?
Is it it fame?
Is it honeys?
Is it change?
Is it gain
Without pain?
Is it to levitate, David Blaine
Rose from concrete, what is your name?
Rude boy do you really think you spark the flame?
I’m looking like I, of COURSE
I’m a finite force
The light and the source of course
Oh Lord, compacting a final thought
This world neither mine nor yours
Still work to the final fourth, trust me, trust me, trust me...