Keep Runnin

[Z-Ro]<br>I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on<br>Either ligalo with a glock, and my mask on<br>I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite<br>Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight<br>It`s for the paper it`s for the bread, it`s for the feddy<br>Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge and the Chevy<br>Fuck the whole wide world, it`s just me and my songs<br>Constantly moving on, to find a better place to call home<br>Keep running, but always look where you going<br>Whether it`s sunny or snowing, them people`ll kick your do` in<br>They keep coming, I had to gather up my rocks<br>And relocate blocks, and set up my shop away from the cops<br>Cause I`m a hustler, slash all that<br>With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs<br>That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera<br>Z-Ro running game, two thousand two steps ahead of you<br><br>[Hook]<br>Keep running<br>Keep on running<br><br>[Mr. Drastic]<br>I`m on a whole nother level, now I`m running for the devil<br>When I finally get the shovel, I`ma bury him mayn<br>Bringing true to the game, so I`m putting God first<br>No burden I can`t handle, I done been through the worst<br>Now it`s time for the better, me and Ro getting setter<br>Drop the top in rainy weather, and I`m loving it mayn<br>From the cradle to the grave, no more being a slave<br>When you see me best believe me, I be off of the chain<br>Gripping the grain doing the thang, with Gene and Day<br>Screaming my name, before I go on I make em pay<br>Business first, making sure my money is straight<br>I`m loving the hate, because it`s keeping food on the plate<br>It`s later and Ro, yeah you know we running the show<br>Getting the do`, rapper slash CEO<br>Wherever I go, I always be the number one stunning<br>So you better keep on running<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[O-N-E]<br>Everyday is a struggle, so I gotta get up and get it<br>I`m dodging the federalies, trying to stack my mill ticket<br>It`s wicked up in these streets, if you don`t work you don`t eat<br>That`s why my eyes are wide open, never falling asleep<br>I roll O-N-E deep, cause I don`t need no niggas<br>They hold you down everytime, when you trying to stack figgas<br>I`m clutching chrome plated triggas, that`s keeping these bitches running<br>Faster than Forest Gump, that twist and turn when they coming<br>I been a hustler for a hustler, was even thinking of hustling<br>And sold every kinda drug, and that`s the end of discussion<br>I`m not trusting nan nigga, nan bitch or friend<br>Because they all turn fraud, in the god damn end<br>I`m dropping rhymes and wreckes, and my sixteens is cold<br>No baking soda it`s over, I`m mixing O-N-E do`<br>When it`s finally wrapped in plastic, then shipped to the stores<br>We`ll be them seven figga niggas, O-N-E and Z-Ro<br><br>[Hook - 4x]