Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run You better make your face up in Your favorite disguise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes With your empty smile And your hungry heart Feel the bile rising from your guilty past With your nerves in

I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick,

You better wave bye bye So put your hands up high Now wave them side to side Now when I pull out the nine Break through anything I'm face to face with It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience 'Cause victory is mine and I'mma take it So take a page