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Run or Fly (Produced by Lee Bannon)

Run or Fly (Produced by Lee Bannon) Lyrics Pro Era feat. Joey Bada$$, Dirty Sanchez, Cj Fly, Capital STEEZ

Mixtape: PEEP: The Aprocalypse

[Intro]
yeah, Charles keep going slow

[Hook: Joey Badass]
before you fly you gotta run
before you run, you gotta walk,
before you walk you gotta crawl
before you crawl, you gotta be born

[Verse 1: Joey Badass]
as dust turns to dawn, I keep growin
seeking knowledge keep knowing
same tees without my teeth showin
thats right Im hot now, headed to the top now
I got it on lockdown watch how I hold my block down, in pac town
rollin up a dub, santy cruzin with my tunes I got the west showin love
see my name on the bills and people showin up
to see me this shit is real cause I even old enough to buy lotto tickets
but I guess my motto didnt lie
people dont listen until you really fly
top 5 dead or alive, thinkin I fit the five
but you gon think I lie, cause I aint never hear my eyes
the ill minded free will signin, world domination cause Simon, I co-signed it
I done reach my goal, but Im not done being a monitor
underground climbin, they cant think they cant find us

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]
its the Brooklyn representative, no artificial intelligence
just thinkin in lightening they didnt even take flight yet
I know you feel me, pull out your cam corders
halves and ounces just order you'd see your change is just my aura
over time I became a reflection of brains, cash, mary jane
what did I forget to mentions?
Well, fat blunts since the age of 15, yall smoke toothpicks?
I pick the steak out of my teeth, bon appetite
Id rather be home sick than hov sick
plastic cups with rubber toast to keep me posted like picks naw
budget ballin you cant run out of here dont blink til you reach the top uh
keep up with stairs, no competition, ya'll smoke on the regular
my way only high grades inhale the indica, excel the nebula
discypher secular, no sharing when they offer us fallin note
no that papastrous , pick up on your shockeras you on the right trail
come sip that ciroc with us, no facade
I talk to myself word of God, put your hands together no applause
fuck the Lord, I regressive for progressive off the rest of ya'll professional
and Im still dirty

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cj Fly]
a couple chips for the mil, thats a lot nothing but crisp dollar bills
the more the merrier the richer I feel, I'm livin ideal
im about to throw the tints on my wheels
my homie still leave you steal with the steel
thats when shit gets real, it all started way back in the day
took the highway but still was trafficing way
so fuck it pass me the J, cause what we happen to play against me
just know you might be having to pay so since Im the champ of the game,
smack on the face or just get smacked in the face
get out of line get put back in your place
I know it, wont be fun having your back in a brace
so just watch what your having to say

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Capital STEEZ]
I call it astromagentum, I woke up in a dream state
this life may seem great but it aint,
it aint the first time I seen grave, with more high grade purple rain for the pain
I said I hate to complain, but lately all I see is
days seem the same, the waves that it could persuade me to change
but I blame it on the game, cause it made me this way
I bet it started when I played Cee-Lo, 456 then
out came stee Lo, a misfit I been addicted to the weed smoke
all a youngin ever new was reload the demos then steam on
dream on, his plan to put his team on, its mapped out
we gotta cross the map now, for the power surge we blacked out
I aint tappin out unless its blunt ashes and clouds

[Hook]

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