What's Runnin' Thru My Veins est une chanson en Anglais
Ripped jeans and a wrist watch
Aye, never rocked a fanny pack, never made a tick-tok
Band wagons, hip-hop got em' poppin' percs
Tryna sleep, the clocks tick-tock getting on my nerves
I been really on my art shit, whippin' up this hard shit
I just spilt bong water all over my carpet
They tryna take more than my deposit for da partment
Manifest positivity right out the darkness
My plug got that thrax wax, slabs on the parchment
Locally around here, tell me who the hardest
You can hear my confidence behind every bar spit
Working on my craft for years, you said I'm not an artist
Every time I turn on the radio its garbage
Way above average you can tell that I'm starving
My number one target catch em' lackin' at the market
You know I won't do much but piss on you're carcass aye
Boy I'm bouta harvest, whatever's in the garden
Cookie smokin' farmin, looking for a bargain
Look what you done started, Imma disregard him
Pull up and I park it sideways like I'm retarded
Lemme paint the canvas for you, but not for them yeah
I remember when they wouldn't treat me like a friend
Now they see me coming up and everybody wanna hand
Everybody wanna be the main man in the band aye
One man army, hunnid thousand grams
Take the moment out my day to say fuck Uncle Sam
Did this shit in middle school but swear we more official now
Macbooks and pistols now, shawty better simmer down
All these crooked officers
Really getting on my nerves
It's always been fuck 12 shit ain't ever changed
You gon' have my name memorized in you're brain
Every time you hear my voice, you can really hear the pain
2:22 da vision, taking off without a plane
I'm just really spitting this to show you I ain't plain
I'm just really spitting, what's running through my veins
I'm just really spitting, what's running through my veins