running

I'm runnin') way too fast, wit no road left Gotta work it out, & slow it down, hold my set Figure out a way to roll, advance my checks Distribute my own music, the mixtapes the best, yes! I gotta make it, I know shit ya can't learn, pal Its been a long patient wait, so its my turn, now! Like I gotta pay my dues, & take advice from dudes I know we say it different, so leave me alone fool Im on my own shit yall, get up & off to it You didn't want a bar of me, & now you wantin all of it Like fingers on the chalkboard, its deafening bitch Im constantly ridiculed, about this accent shit Im feelin suffocated, or better yet frustrated Contemplatin' just how much longer I can tollerate it Although I never trade it, feel im gettin aggressive Seal up my shit, so they never take it, dawg, im runnin'!