เนื้อเพลง Run - Tyler, the Creator

[Chaz Bund*ck:]
F*ck you Running for n*gga?
Aye n*gga, come here n*gga
Let me try that hat on
I told you come over here stupid b*tch
Come over here with that weak ass hat

All y'all n*ggas smoking y'all brains out
In the car called life, took the lame route
Going nowhere fast but you think that you not
Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out
In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh you the big n*gga? Took a hit n*gga?
Well I hope you understand you ain't sh*t n*gga
Cause them n*ggas whole purpose is to get n*ggas
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out
Now the gang is out
To get you but you stuck in the same house
N*gga never came out, wow, it's a shame how
You got s*cked in that life, but hey man at least you got a name now
They say you a real n*gga cause you kill n*ggas
Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel n*ggas
Banana clips spill, n*ggas wanna bang out
For they approval boy, you can't even hang out
That light you hit
It was the light I held
That's why you never ever see me with my chains out
I don't need to
Truth they don't feed you
Lies what they got on their plate, they gon eat you
They got a homie called Karma he gon meet you
Better look the other way if he ever see you
And run as fast as you can
N*gga

[Chaz Bund*ck:]
That's the sh*t I be talkin' bout, though
We ain't try'na hear that sh*t, my n*gga
Cuz, stay preachy cuz
Like n*gga come on homie
I don't wanna hear that sh*t, preachy sh*t my n*gga
Yeah, we all black, who give a f*ck, cuz?
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga
Whatchu mean?