[Produced by Childish Major & Try Bishop]

[Intro: Big K.R.I.T.]
Yup
Big K.R.I.T. shawty
Gotta keep running, running
Running, running

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shit be real
This money's Achilles heel
Some break ankles to get it
Torn ligament with it
Those...knee droppers
And uhhh... P-poppers
Just to be Louis V shoppers
With the sweet lobster
Bust it open till her precious middle sound like beat boxers
And she wonder why we call her ho
Cause instead of running laps she running into laps
She less like Halle Berry and more like the Baps
Snap yo fingers
No butlers, no genies
You can rub out of a bottle
You want it up out of college
Stop blaming your mom & father
For your mistakes
We all make em
You might not gamble with dice but we all shake em
Like, 7....7-11 or we crap out
Life can get a hold of your soul and make you tap out
Why you wanna pretend this ain't real when you should snap out
Of that dream state
How far would you walk for cheesecake?
That's metaphoric for leaving your comfort zone
In case you wasn't born or seen that show Diddy was on like
Success might be around the bend
You can walk or run
But that's when the real race begins
Marathon, carry on, forever young
You'll never be
Grow up and start parenting
The future joggers of this planet
Cause when yo legs ain't strong enough just pass the torch
Cause you can manage
To keep running
[Hook: Childish Major]
Running
Let's see how your feet work
Let's see how your feet work
Keep running, running &
Running, running &
Running, running &
Running, running
Ohhhh!
Let's see how your feet work
Let's see how your feet work
Keep running, running
& running, running
& running, running
& running, running
Goooo!

[Verse: Matik Estrada]
People told me I was too country to make it
As I lunged in the matrix just to battle with Morpheus
My passion is morphing this
Talent...towards my balance
Like a calculus ordinance
And all I ever did was kill the track and just torture it
An immaculate force it is
When speaking bout the universe
Collaborate it with some Matik Patience, do the work
And be astonished
Just Stay true to what you do
My n***a keep it honest
Run the race at your own pace until you're weak & vomit
Promise to never quit
I rather build a wall of China
Fuck it, you celibate
No need to risk your freedom just to hustle and sell a brick
Cuz you deserve a shot so get to dumping beretta clips
& keep it movin
You think we coolin
But trust me my legs been gone
I'll play the Barney Rubble if Childish is Fred Flintstone
So watch this tortoise jump in the front
See Life is what you make it
I'm just Forrest Gump in the Gump
I keep....
[Hook: Childish Major]

[Verse 3: Curtis Williams]
Look, I said...
You n***as ain't smoking like we
Stuffing all these green dutches
With mountains of tree
Since a young'n, said fuck it
And did what I pleased
These n***as don't wanna witness me winning
Spending money and grinning
It's been that way since the beginning
But I just kept chilling
And fucking all of they women
This Bape camo got me feeling kinda militant
I been with these shits
You can tell that i've been gettin' it
Jeans criticized
But, I guess that's the only thing they
Can try and use against this guy
Cause I, been had next
Been blowing on the best
Been real, been putting all of these
Monkeys on my chest
Yes, roll a blunt and n***a ease my stress
Ain't gotta ask bout the money
You can tell a n***a blessed
Unh, and a n***a keep...
[Hook]

[Outro:]
Keep running, running, and running, running
And running, running, and running, running
Keep running, running, and running, running
And running, running, and running, running

Go!