Used To Run ft. Damon Flores Lyrics

I used to run as a villain

But all these Jokers been Quinzels

Can't poison IV's bitching

About the drip you drop still with

Twice the needles in addition

To the fact your product isn't

Multiplying lose dividends

Other words, it isn't it

So when I mention

Beforehand poison pricks

With twice the needles I'm squishing

Multiplying the incision

The product's I ate's illest

Only when I got the pen

Inking the best tat for tit

Hound Smilers with a big grin

Turning these Frowners upside down

Hostile wiping all the clout

From the sky it's time to drown

Inside my reign the king is out

For knight mares them whores found

Run for mayor milk cash cows

'Till they run dry collapse in doughts

I'm foul

Chickening out

I can't be doing right now

Keep running shit like I'm about

A mile down from Level Exclamation Mark

Jumping your crews at my vault

Only I choose when I be gone

No loss to these fools

With Dentures tryna floss

We ain't Gucci, Don't bite my bark

Get a Fendi with personal remarks

Ain't ever Prada all these twats

Tryna get the bag off to rob

In hood adjacent to Todd

So blink and your Dior is gone

You ain't ever had to pop

You only give props like Gmod

One shot you phase through walls

Other words you shoot no clips, dog

Just stop

Got water milked from almonds

And bonds I burn are just caustic

Your stock is shotty like NASDAQ

Going down, receding falling

My ego's inflating often

Run it back I meant to say it's popping

Not on corny shit but I locked in

The clouds you could never vault over

Get me the key and I'm stopping shows

When I'm given a turn your heart'll slow

Not in vein when I spit it topical

Getting your climate wetted up tropical

Got the globe warming and I often show

Bars Off the dome like Nirvana, bro

Toodle oo to broader hoes

That'll get Kitty but all they know

Is matte figures that's dark in tone

Lavish in pink which stalks with no

Slowing down

Had a stuffy now she coming back

To say her gratitude and that's

Meant more than saying stuff me fast

From all the girls with their ass out

I used to rap about

The Dirty minded crafts I'm bound

To make ain't give a damn

Who's beaver I'll hit I'd smash em down

In lodges and penthouse

Nickname it God Complex

When I say I did it all for them

Imma be Raising the roof when I floor it

No sealing up the fucker that'll flow and

And I know Imma put up a wall never slowing

And often building the bridge Imma smoke

Like putting nicotine in my match I blow it

Like pipe dreams I'm rolling over

Nobody would condone

The views that I should be promoting

And drew from like Tate knows it

Sneak Os in my account toting

Millies til my all my opponent

Hit zero in their net worth

Imma spit the next verse

For no sheeple what I've heard's

Ahead of all spineless worms

Saying they got my back rehearsing

The Same crap but coffin worse

If it's sounding lavish refurbished

Then pillow talks can't work

If all they use are blanket terms

For sure

Won't use my words

If I'll get handed a sentence

Based on my past to kill my present

Make sales behind bars I'm kicking

Take jabs at a hit no shiv

And I Ain't lacking a win

Even if I'm rapping on rims

I'm Keeping your Jaguars whipped

More hoarse than cavalier's bitch

The Chevy lost Sparks like ampridge

Not even shocking you resist

My voltage I'll short circuit

I'm charged up like ignition

To phones but at no one service

Too deep to ever come surface