run quick and i die slow I hit highs and shit on lows I smack thighs with my doe i lack ties, i flick a hoe run quick and i die slow. you do not know, this other side of me like a shaken foe y'all really fall slow, I hit the ground and make a hole a planned incision I don't fake a throw never save a hoe just shave it close burst in a wall like koolaid, don't be saying oh no run quick and i die slow your done kid my lungs blits young slick with the tongue flicks someone hit you with a dumb stick I'm dumb sick In sicko mode run quick and i die slow yo. sonic fast you last with an ironic past you mad i dont come in last pass on you like rapid cash low credit, and you eat ass? so authentic but who you looking past? eat you up that's a dine and dash bright enough? that's a diamond flash lighting up with a sleight of hand and your head's gone running fades all night long got a whole sqaud that know about that dash in back up uppercut melee smash in you need to vacate 8 hands around ya neck like a kracken you ain't making it through today run quick, and i die slow I hit highs, and shit on lows i smack thighs, with my doe I lack ties, i flick a hoe yeah im dumb sick in sicko mode. I buried myself in my very own sand they say damn Cody you the man yeah that's the plan yeah that's the plan I thank the fam then hop out the plane with no parachute to land you couldn't even land the wind from a fan on my stance run quick and i die slow that's a one trip from a dice roll that shit will take ya soul where did all the rappers go? all I see is rapid flows or the acid rap or the getting money and tapping hoes rather go backwards tho I can't beat em yet so I guess I join the rest but my flows will always stand out on the radar of the best, they ain't scared. I show respect they impressed. not assuming I'm just tryna invest in a talent and speed it up nobody can catch me my feet are a blur lips smack the b in the words with the beat never slur I exhibit a tidbit of genius. and a little bit of big penis energy when my enemy's think they Gon be the end of me have you looking like Nemo lost in his enenemy stuttering from the amount of blows that ever grows to your dome for running slow and dying fast peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat I hit him with a skillet now his face is all black and his skulls all cracked and his eyes rolled back and that's what I'll do if you stand in the way of my ow raps. run quick I die slow bout only time I slow down from these go around I cause I'm cruising through your city through ya town. looking or something It might be a crown run quick I die slow Never sleep underground