Run
I really wanna be the next to make a grip
I tell myself my path can never break or slip
Exactly when I think I'm in the race and split
My shoes end up untied and i just shake and trip
I know deep in my mind it's a mistake to quit
So I'll leap and keep on tryin' til i take this shit
A trophy'd mean so much to validate the hits
That I've taken to my ego over breaks and fits

She told me, "You won't make it if you let them get the best of you
Expect to gain respect just through the way you treat those next to you
Make your best impression and you'll leave them all impressed with you
You've gotta pass their test if you expect them to invest in you
So I'll confess to you I might just push it to the limit
The stress can get to you when you put all that you've got in it
Your brain can only strain so much before it's drained and winded
So if you or i complained sometimes I hope you're not offended

And if i left you down and out that's not what i intended
There's always shit to frown about, but i pretend it's splendid
Could change to keep you in my range but I'm not that inventive
And what's left good enough to save us if there's no incentive
Just know that i meant it if i spit it with conviction
If these songs are based on real life or this shit's completely fiction
I'm takin' it to new heights, just rewind and see the diction
It's the hypest shit you'll hear this year and hit the streets to mention
Rappers, I just drench em til their labels wanna bench em
While hopin' that you listen so you know that i ain't missin'
I know we had to end, we can't pretend there was no friction
Now the lessons taken in begin to blend into my system
To mend the flaws I know because of all the times you'd list them
I paused my life to grow and this here album is my christening
So let it now be known amongst the pagans and the Christians
Sleazywonder keeps evolving, ain't a playa that can diss him

The savior of the hitmen, known to hit them like an accident
They bump me in their car and bounce too hard until their backs are bent
Cause the self production game on-point they didn't factor in
Grooves so hard that you can't fuck em up, I let the master spin
These tracks can take a beating so i ain't worried bout crackin' them
They're all conceived and raised with me repeatedly attackin' them
Ideas ain't stackin' thin, to understand go back again
And listen to each verse to see the genius I'm packin' in

All these bars go far too hard, a genie must have crafted them
Straight out the lamp and amped to trample camps of foes who laughed at him
He sends em to the wall of shame and destined for the hall of fame
Now labels ask who's all to blame because they never drafted him
Your favorite rapper dies and you think there's none other after him
And then you hear the wonder snap to usher that new chapter in
Inspired you to flush your track, retire too because you're whack
And hire crews to watch your back for when the aftermath begins
And I'ma keep on rappin' til me magic ends
How'm I steady stackin' enz? Because I ain't as whack as them
Since I stay on track to win all others should keep practicin'
Some wonder if I'm Eminem and ask me if i'm back again
Shoutin' Doom, Ugly, and Slim until I'm on a track with them
Some say their goin' in but just like Trojan-enz they're (w)rappin' thin
I'm really goin' in like when ya hoe begins to clap with them
And right after the show I'm blown before you know what's happenin'

(Yo, who the fuck is this?
Uh excuse me
Excuse me?
Can i speak to uh, your boss please?
Uhm no. I'm sorry sir, there's no one available right now
You better give me somebody high, high up, higher up than your ass
If you could maybe leave me your information
Na get em down here
You could set up an appointment we may be able to get to you in the next
C'mon bruh
Yo, who is this kid man?
Na, never, fuck you)

Aye

Hook:
Tell me, tell me who really runs the game? Yeah
Tell me, tell me who really runs the game? Aye
Tell me, tell me who really runs the game? Yeah
Tell me, I really need to know a name. Yeah

Tell me, tell me who really runs the game? Yeah
Tell me, tell me who really runs the game? Aye
Tell me, tell me who really runs the game?
Really need to know a name
Bout to blow my fuckin' brain

(Alright, let him in)
Tell me
(So what's up man?)
Who really runs the game?
(You gonna keep spinnin' or what?)
Yeah, tell me
(Yo, what's up?)
Here to prove that I'm the mayne