Download Runnin Mp3 by Trip Lee Ft. Lecrae
The eminent American Christian rapper, singer, poet, and author who is signed to Reach Records and has recorded both as a solo artist and as a founding member of the 116 Clique “Trip Lee” comes through with a song titled “Runnin“ featuring Lecrae
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Lyrics: Runnin by Trip Lee
[Chorus: Lecrae]
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Look at my pace
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
Runnin’ my race, yeah
My training never been basic
They run from problems we face it, yeah
Team ain’t nothin’ to play with
Shh, what you gon’ say when it’s time?
We had to die to survive
Nobody get out alive
I was in danger
He got my faith up
They just out runnin’ wild
Nothin’ to chase there
We tryna win it all
Don’t wanna waste it
Never been qualified
Still in the race, yeah
Uh, I’m bout to lace my cleats
I gotta face my feats
Take your seat
Or you can race with me
Take all my guns
But they’ll never take my peace
I got the light on my side
I run in the dark
But still I can see every stride
And they told me, “give up or die”
I just replied
“It’s too late, I already died”
Trip Lee
[Chorus: Lecrae]
Did it, done it
Took a lotta L’s, still won it
Twenty, thirty
Headed to the end zone runnin’
Cut it, cut it
What they say don’t mean nothin’
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let’s run it
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Keepin’ my pace
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
[Verse 2: Trip lee]
When they look at me
I know they wonder “What is he?”
Chicago 1’s is on the feet
And solid ground is underneath
I’m a nepo baby
A son in his eyes, he sharin’ the prize
I told him it’s levels, baby
My assets ain’t bezels, baby
Oh, yeah
I just hit my stride, bro, winning easy don’t exist
That’s why I got tatted Sweet Victory up on my wrist
My life a movie, call Spike Lee I need a biopic
Found my fit, smell sweet aroma when we speedin’ buy your clique
You act differently, bruh
Unique energy, bruh
Ain’t no killer in your chemistry, yuh
Walk in these shoes
Every win I ever got came after redo
I was carried, sound like somethin’ He’d do
[Chorus: Lecrae]
Did it, done it
Took a lotta L’s, still won it
Twenty, thirty
Headed to the endzone runnin’
Cut it, cut it
What they say don’t mean nothin’
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let’s run it
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Keepin’ my pace
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
Runnin’ my, runnin’ my race
[Outro]
I don’t wanna chase after the wrong thing
I don’t wanna idolize a flawed dream
I can’t play my role inside the wrong scene
Wrong scene, wrong scene