Running Numbers (Explicit) - Berner/Cozmo

Look like all my players seizing

A coward dies a thousand deaths

A real man only once nah mean

Oh it's family affair

Got back to back lacks new stash in my dashboard

New stash

What

New stamps in my passport

I always dream big but be careful what you asked for

'Cause power got me naughty I'm riding dirty 'cause I'm at war

Block with no serial wrap the b***h with duct tape

Just slide to Hawaii different level run rate

Deep s**t

It's hard to have faith with all this nonsense

All the back and forth been f**king with my conscience

Table full of convicts three or four bosses

Boxes full of cash take it home and wash this

Wash this

Crib in the hills now even grab the lake house

Girls doing blow in the bathroom at the steakhouses

I bust all face down used to ride the greyhound

I buy my own bus I'm always out of state now

The city was my playground shout to the d**e fiends

That cleared the car windows when I visited with home team

Whole team got hundred on their left hand

Left hand

Blue beach in the cuts with the red sand

Red sand

Car service for the day cars what's the plan

I step on hold blocks you barely touch the ground

Me and fam had it lit 400 summers

Real ones you ain't taking nothing from us

On the blocks watching out for the undercover

God watching above us we running out

Now we off to the races

Races

Yeah run anonymous

Run anonymous

Run anonymous

Now we off to the races

Races

Yeah run anonymous

Run anonymous

Run anonymous

Well I didn't call you the adios this is the God's flow

Hopping up the Maybach coping working nobody's off

When I was broke having doubts I had to tap it out

Work on the way just got the call that the package out

Spent my last when I ain't have it tryna kill the gang

You could never feel my pain we ain't built the same

Took a loss had to find a new grind but never hate

'Cause I knew I'd get mine in due time

Told my wife Forgive me I ain't know who to love

I was out moving d**gs me and my Cuban plug

Real talks with killer's I never leaked a word

My little homie copper zippy tryna reach a bird

Bird

You coul hear the tires screeching through the city nice

Invest my money and flip it twice I did it right

No one to trust I riding solo 'cause they all fake

I'm going out like the last scene in scar face

Pacino riding dirty with a hundred pack

Put a couple point on top then I run it back

Move low key dog I stay to myself

I'm focused on equity and generational wealth yeah

That's Gotti

Me and fam had it lit 400 summers

Real ones you ain't taking nothing from us

On the blocks watching out for the undercover

God watching above us we running out

Now we off to the races

Races

Yeah run anonymous

Run anonymous

Run anonymous

Now we off to the races

Races

Yeah run anonymous

Run anonymous

Run anonymous

I I feel all baby