We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Catch you on the court you slippin (Slippin)
Talkin that shit, you trippin (Trippin)
Big mad face lemme give you a taste
I can't talk right now, not the time or the place
I'm like a third splash brother but I'm better than most
You never like that I'm ahead you say it's better when close
But I'm extendin the lead
You busy checkin your feed
Tryna catch a young man with incredible speed
Oh yeah my age 22, and I feel 22
When you see me in the street holla Leonard what it do
See it from my point of view, but I'm blurring the image
Man you think that this a game, but to me it's a scrimmage
Aye yo I'm learning my limits, and progressin the grind
Ain't a chance that's left, imma take what's mine
Take a song take a bop
Make a slapper make it drop
See the chart, to the top
Step back, take a shot woo
We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Coulda been the greatest like my man D Rose
But a couple snaps later I'm f*cked (Shit)
So I'm puttin in work, that's the way this Shit goes
I ain't never kept it nothin than a buck (Damn)
If I'm running like Frank, 21 on my back
I ain't worried bout the clout and I ain't worried bout the plaque
And I ain't worried bout a hater cuz a muthaf*cka wack
I'm envisioning the paper like the big homie Shaq
Yeah the lil homie snapped, I'm awaitin your response
Reservation and separation they look a lil crossed
Preservation the desperation of families gettin tossed
The medication is elevation but listen what it cost
1 to a 10, I'm a twenty at least
Turn a son to a man, an incredible beast
Aye yo I'm smelling a feast
I'm like a winna chicken dinna
Run it back with Cole
Thas a double born sinner
We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Leonard - Run That Back Lyrics
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We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Catch you on the court you slippin (Slippin)
Talkin that shit, you trippin (Trippin)
Big mad face lemme give you a taste
I can't talk right now, not the time or the place
I'm like a third splash brother but I'm better than most
You never like that I'm ahead you say it's better when close
But I'm extendin the lead
You busy checkin your feed
Tryna catch a young man with incredible speed
Oh yeah my age 22, and I feel 22
When you see me in the street holla Leonard what it do
See it from my point of view, but I'm blurring the image
Man you think that this a game, but to me it's a scrimmage
Aye yo I'm learning my limits, and progressin the grind
Ain't a chance that's left, imma take what's mine
Take a song take a bop
Make a slapper make it drop
See the chart, to the top
Step back, take a shot woo
We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Coulda been the greatest like my man D Rose
But a couple snaps later I'm f*cked (Shit)
So I'm puttin in work, that's the way this Shit goes
I ain't never kept it nothin than a buck (Damn)
If I'm running like Frank, 21 on my back
I ain't worried bout the clout and I ain't worried bout the plaque
And I ain't worried bout a hater cuz a muthaf*cka wack
I'm envisioning the paper like the big homie Shaq
Yeah the lil homie snapped, I'm awaitin your response
Reservation and separation they look a lil crossed
Preservation the desperation of families gettin tossed
The medication is elevation but listen what it cost
1 to a 10, I'm a twenty at least
Turn a son to a man, an incredible beast
Aye yo I'm smelling a feast
I'm like a winna chicken dinna
Run it back with Cole
Thas a double born sinner
We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Catch you on the court you slippin (Slippin)
Talkin that shit, you trippin (Trippin)
Big mad face lemme give you a taste
I can't talk right now, not the time or the place
I'm like a third splash brother but I'm better than most
You never like that I'm ahead you say it's better when close
But I'm extendin the lead
You busy checkin your feed
Tryna catch a young man with incredible speed
Oh yeah my age 22, and I feel 22
When you see me in the street holla Leonard what it do
See it from my point of view, but I'm blurring the image
Man you think that this a game, but to me it's a scrimmage
Aye yo I'm learning my limits, and progressin the grind
Ain't a chance that's left, imma take what's mine
Take a song take a bop
Make a slapper make it drop
See the chart, to the top
Step back, take a shot woo
We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Coulda been the greatest like my man D Rose
But a couple snaps later I'm f*cked (Shit)
So I'm puttin in work, that's the way this Shit goes
I ain't never kept it nothin than a buck (Damn)
If I'm running like Frank, 21 on my back
I ain't worried bout the clout and I ain't worried bout the plaque
And I ain't worried bout a hater cuz a muthaf*cka wack
I'm envisioning the paper like the big homie Shaq
Yeah the lil homie snapped, I'm awaitin your response
Reservation and separation they look a lil crossed
Preservation the desperation of families gettin tossed
The medication is elevation but listen what it cost
1 to a 10, I'm a twenty at least
Turn a son to a man, an incredible beast
Aye yo I'm smelling a feast
I'm like a winna chicken dinna
Run it back with Cole
Thas a double born sinner
We finna run that back
Aye, we finna run that back
Aye, and thas a matter of fact
We finna run that back
We on the map, issa slap
Turn it next level baby that's no cap
We finna run that back
We finna run that back
Writer: Elijah Juri
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