NOV - Run It Back Lyrics

Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like Usain on the f*cking track
(Yeah)
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like 21, they can't handle that
(Nope)
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like Emmitt, I'm a running back
(Uh)
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like Tyreek
We I'ma run it back
(Gone)

All these rappers look like last weeks trash
Already beat em once and now they wanna run it back
Acting like they got it, but the truth is they can't f*ck with that
I'm super bad, call me McLovin
I'm the one they all be loving like I wear a 23 on my back, they can't handle that
And I just turned 23 and I'm headed to the league
Only 3 years in this thang, but I'm feeling like a king
Damn
I'm a f*cking killer, best believe it
If I want it and don't got it
Then that mean I need it
And that's the way I treat it
And that's why I'm never losing
I'm too focused on producing
And too focused on the music
I got too much left to prove and I won't ever give them room to judge me
Cause they don't know me
So don't test me
Where I'm at right now in my life
Is a testament to how I been working
No more check to check
So you better check yourself before you wreck yourself
When you speaking to me or about me
It's NOV, you know I love it when they doubt me
Throw on another beat
Tell em run it back

Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like Usain on the f*cking track
(Yeah)
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like 21, they can't handle that
(Nope)
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like Emmitt, I'm a running back
(Uh)
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like Tyreek
I'ma run it back
(Gone)

Yeah
I said I'm gone
Yeah
I said I'm gone
Yeah
I said I'm gone
Yeah
I said I'm
Uh

Yeah
Hut one, hut two
Hand it off
Juke one, juke two
Now I'm really on the move
Hit you with that spin move
I ain't messing with these dudes
I'm bout run em out they shoes, yeah
I'm running down the sideline
That's why they want me in the prime time
And it's my time
So don't you try to stop me
Hit you with that stiffy, have you looking silly
With a hand in ya face, and ya ass on the ground
Now how that sound?
Now it's just a foot race to end zone
And if you think I ain't scoring, then you dead wrong
I'm bout to have you wishing you was dead and gone like you T.I
Call me Nelly cause I have em screaming E.I. E.I
Call me Nelly cause I have em screaming E.I. E.I. Uh oh
Have you looking up like uh oh
Where'd he go?
I said before
I'm on the road to success
And I ain't looking back no more
Touchdown, now it's feeling like I made it
I'm your favorite and I made it on your playlist
Now you wishing you ain't ever hated
I'm the best, and you know there's no debating
When it's all said and done
I'll be on the list of all the greats
But right now I got way too much on my plate
So I gotta clear my head
No more f*cking around
I gotta focus on what's right in front of me instead
I gotta put in the work, and leave it all behind before I'm dead
And who knows when that may be
Only God does, but I'll tell you what
Sick and tired of clocking in at Starbucks
I need more bucks, and to give a little less f*cks
What I really want to hear is my songs on the radio, but they won't play me though
At least not yet, but I promise you I'll make it
And when you hear me coming through those waves on your way to your 9-5
Make sure you call the station, tell them run it back

Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like Usain on the f*cking track
(Yeah)
Run it back
Run it back
Run it back
Runnin shit like 21, they can't handle that
(Nope)