Run It Up

[Intro]
Yeah
I was broke, now what?
Same shoes, same block
New bag, run it up (hey!)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
I was down bad, now the whole team next up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Every loss flipped, every setback a set up
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
Talkin’ all day, but they never really kept up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Pray once, work twice, then I get my bread up (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Up late, eyes red, money on my mind
Phone jump, plays hit, all in perfect time
They was sleep, now they callin’ me for shine
Funny how the hate turn love when you climb
Cold nights, same hoodie, pockets on empty
Now it’s bank calls tryna loan me plenty
Mama said “rest” but the hunger won’t let me
I just told her “watch,” now the safe feel heavy (uh)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
I was down bad, now the whole team next up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Every loss flipped, every setback a set up
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
Talkin’ all day, but they never really kept up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Pray once, work twice, then I get my bread up (yeah)
[Verse 2]
I was in the trap house, air smell heavy
Dreams on the table, scales stay ready
Friends turned foes when the pockets got steady
I don’t chase folks, I just chase my blessings
Chain on tuck when I slide through the hood
Still feel pain when I pass that wood
R.I.P. bros who ain’t get out the mud
I’ma grind for the ones that got stuck in the flood (for real)
Big talk, but they quit when it’s hard
I go beast mode, double shift my job
Say I’m doin’ too much? That’s God in my heart
I was born for the grind, built for the scar
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
I was down bad, now the whole team next up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Every loss flipped, every setback a set up
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
Talkin’ all day, but they never really kept up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Pray once, work twice, then I get my bread up (skrrt)
[Bridge]
Till I die, I’m a hustler, that’s facts (that’s facts)
Heart full of scars, but the bag intact
If they cut us off, we gon’ build our own path
If they shut the door, we gon’ come through the back (yeah)
[Chorus]
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
I was down bad, now the whole team next up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Every loss flipped, every setback a set up
Run it up, run it up, run that check up
Talkin’ all day, but they never really kept up
Hustler ‘til I die, I ain’t ever gonna let up
Pray once, work twice, then I get my bread up (run it up)

rap, Aggressive trap anthem with distorted 808s, sharp hi-hats, eerie bell plucks and dark pads; harsh male vocals pushed upfront with light saturation. Verses stay tight and punchy, sub-heavy and minimal; hook explodes with layered shouts, risers and stuttering drops. Ad-libs and echoes emphasize swagger, grind, and relentless motion., male vocals, harsh, hip hop