Run It Up by Silas Lyrics
[Chorus]
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
[Verse 1]
It's no coincidence
Screaming fuck the president
Fuck the court system that just knocked me out my element
Mama in the back row crying
And my pops, he never show up
I blow up, I'll make it happen
Fuck mathematics
But thе drugs is adding up to dollars made
This shit is tragic
Its cause and effеct
My partners had jet
My mother in debt
I put it to rest
But fuck those who left
Cause ain't a damn thing change but the money
I'm still the same motherfucker, shit could get ugly
Blasting off this Ruger, you ain't sonic when you running, running
Looking in the mirror, pray these dollars last
Just a kid, had my foot on the gas
So what it is
Gaithersburg made me a savage
Seen some shit we shouldn't go to detail
From pushing dimes like it was retail
We dream about that good life, but never had a good night
Sometimes I wonder on the realest, will I ever do right, uh
[Chorus]
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
[Verse 2]
Teardrops under eyes, that been on my mind
Flower from the conrete, we don't wanna die
Street colds, had me feeling beast mode
Made me wonder about my folk, I slept right after reload
Mama came, bustin' in, 4 AM, crying to me
Told me this shit happened again
Now I'm wonder when me and God gon' make amends
Will it ever happen?
Trigger finger blastin'
Speaking from my past tense
To who or what there has been
Spread a couple ashes
From blunts that we been passin'
Now we dead, smoked in past tense
His family crying, now they 'bout to spread his ashes
You get the picture?
I flip the picture
Sugar coat that shit then sprinkle bars like It's the scripture
We fit descriptions, don't run with snitches
Get the money, fuck the bitches
All these rappers spit fictitious
Give you pieces of my life to document my riches
[Chorus]
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
[Verse 1]
It's no coincidence
Screaming fuck the president
Fuck the court system that just knocked me out my element
Mama in the back row crying
And my pops, he never show up
I blow up, I'll make it happen
Fuck mathematics
But thе drugs is adding up to dollars made
This shit is tragic
Its cause and effеct
My partners had jet
My mother in debt
I put it to rest
But fuck those who left
Cause ain't a damn thing change but the money
I'm still the same motherfucker, shit could get ugly
Blasting off this Ruger, you ain't sonic when you running, running
Looking in the mirror, pray these dollars last
Just a kid, had my foot on the gas
So what it is
Gaithersburg made me a savage
Seen some shit we shouldn't go to detail
From pushing dimes like it was retail
We dream about that good life, but never had a good night
Sometimes I wonder on the realest, will I ever do right, uh
[Chorus]
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
[Verse 2]
Teardrops under eyes, that been on my mind
Flower from the conrete, we don't wanna die
Street colds, had me feeling beast mode
Made me wonder about my folk, I slept right after reload
Mama came, bustin' in, 4 AM, crying to me
Told me this shit happened again
Now I'm wonder when me and God gon' make amends
Will it ever happen?
Trigger finger blastin'
Speaking from my past tense
To who or what there has been
Spread a couple ashes
From blunts that we been passin'
Now we dead, smoked in past tense
His family crying, now they 'bout to spread his ashes
You get the picture?
I flip the picture
Sugar coat that shit then sprinkle bars like It's the scripture
We fit descriptions, don't run with snitches
Get the money, fuck the bitches
All these rappers spit fictitious
Give you pieces of my life to document my riches
[Chorus]
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no
Run it up
Motherfucker, get the Glock
No cover on our block
No lovin' woah, woah
Do this for my brothers
Rob the store
Our mothers, hope they will pray for us
No, no