Schier - Run Up lyrics

[Intro: LalaSizaHands] I don't think that y'all understand how frustrating it is To look this good! [Verse 1] Reflections projecting catching the message I really just might make it no faking life's for the taking They saying that I'm vain, they say borderline arcane They don't get nothing I say with no weed or some champagne Denying all the pain, minimizing during day Maximizing everybody interests and claim they okay I guess we just ain't seeing eye to eye like someone's Ray Reigning on someone's parade, boo-hoo who-who gonna dictate? You either get to protest or pray or you got to praise It's la-dee-da-dee-da-day, ashy and rough out here for playing I got a way with phonics, upon it like I'm on top First tape already gonna drop, already thought about going pop Since birth I'm cream of crop, cropping everyone in comp-etition A superstition: suicide by repetition Never f**ed with flashy unless it's pending by my lobes I could probably pull off robes on red carpets like Pope [Hook] Own a n***a like run up on a n***a-like Own a n***a like run up on a n***a-like Own a n***a like run up on a n***a-like Own a n***a like run up on a n***a-like [Verse 2] I couldn't wait on hand outs so I stuck out mine Mixed and wrote this on my time, downloaded the beats off online I never paid much mind probably because it is a start And I'm broke but rich with words, potential to be a superstar I really don't know where I'd go I got slim support I just know that I'm a poet who don't pour it for a moet Just please give me a moment while I take all of this in To bin or turn a hobby into an occupa-pation? I just want to make quality that follows and don't bother me Don't expect no apologies before it's anthropology Bathing in a pile, G supplying for the fam and me These motherf**ers feminine they just want to make enemies Chilling like absolute oh, you know that I'm too cool for snow Doesn't matter where I go, I'm the greatest eukaryote I'm blasting out your stereos like I pay bills in there Back up plan is Oprah, 'til then my a** is a millionaire