[Chorus]
Running - from the - one - two
They say - you the - one - too
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too
Running - from the - one - two
Balling - like u - two - three
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too/running

[Verse 1: JSA]
Everyday shit I make shift they down play
Make waves I down shift but never downgrade
Same chick, show her luv every Wednesday
All day, she gonna do whatever him say
Dude say he got the heat that's the sensei
Dusse 22 twos I'm the new jay
Beltway 695 wit a Pompey Never jam hella yams run it like A Usain
Black on black crime n***as in the system
Black on black luv me her n his sister Raise the cost of living
Open more prison
Please don't kill my vibe Police still killing n***as
Where foresight meets floor seats
Jedi mind tricks, & the force meets
Rich n***as and the poor speak
Try Walk in my shoes u gon have sore feet/runnin

[Chorus]
Running - from the - one - two
They say - you the - one - too
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too
Running - from the - one - two
Balling - like u - two - three
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too/running

[Verse 2: Dude Clayy]
Im not the type of dude to stay in my feelings
But I’m the type of dude to stay in the building/ain’t no kicking me out
I book a spot and I don’t stay at the Hilton’s
Four seasons I’m conducting my business, Are you feelin me now
We drowning in a world full of copyrights
And every rapper swear that he the best
I wish a n***a tell me what I should be like
And ima put that Shit to the test
I was born to be a victim
Then I finger fucked the system
Either dead or you in prison get that money then I spend it
We get benches like gymnast/man
I treat yo girl like an apprentice
Ima cold dude but I’m bloody
My n***as love it, if I’m down twenty then you flip another
We gon kill each other
I’m the sickest to ever been motherfucker sicker than me or Donald Glover died of hunger

[Chorus]
Running - from the - one - two
They say - you the - one - too
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too
Running - from the - one - two
Balling - like u - two - three
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too/running

[Verse 3: Tate Kobang]
You ever had to rob to get yo rent n***a
You Talking shooters I got extras on my bench n***a
Always been a solid n***a not a bitch n***a
Shit Let me talk my shit n***a
I told every rap label I need six figures
And any rap n***as dissing getting disfigured
I was down bad homeless for like six winters
And the mission never changes fuck bitches get richer
Black hoody black Glock I’ma activist
Two cups wit the drink it’s a activist
Like what is coming after this
I prolly back to home invasions fuck this rapping shit

[Chorus]
Running - from the - one - two
They say - you the - one - too
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too
Running - from the - one - two
Balling - like u - two - three
Only - number - fitty - two
Luv me - luv my - city too/running