Run It Up

Intro

Yeah, yeah, (ayy) uh

Skrrt-skrrt, slide in, slide in (let's go)

Hands up, hands up, (hands) ayy

Turn the lights, no sleep, just sin, uh

Verse

I came up from the margins with a map and a matchstick, spark it

Pocket full of riffs, crooked grins, flip scripts, market markets

Countin' commas like commas in a novel — comma after comma

I write checks with my thoughts, deposit dreams in escrow, ha

They label me a problem 'cause I solve it with a problem solver's grin

Talkin' business with a grin, I pocket wins and then I spin

Spin the block, spin the verse, spin the verse into a verb

Movin' verbs, movin' merch, movin' work like I'm a servant of the curb

I got mileage on my mindset, oil change on my patience

Clockin' time and takin' stakes, play chess with no replacement

They want trophies but they phony, I want legacies and pages

Signed my name, sealed the lane, now they readin' lines for ages

I stitch bars into a jacket, zip the cold outta my past

Heat the seams, light the lean, every scene I make it last

I don't chase clout, I chase commas, count the commas, call it math

Multiply my hours, compound interest on my craft

Hustle hymn, hustle hymn, sing it loud with a snarl (sing it)

I got scars shaped like stars, they point me to the next mile

Ain't no safety net, just seatbelts and a skyline grin

Break the rhythm, break the bank, then build a palace from the din

Chorus

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (run it)

Stack it high, stack it high, stack it high, stack it high (stack it)

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (yeah, yeah)

Stack it high, stack it high, stack it high, stack it high (ayy)

Verse

I slide through like a clause in the contract — fine print, fine lines

Bend the rules, blend the fuel, then I bottle up the shine

Cold nights, warm plans, I got heaters in my syllabus

Turn the skeptics into students — teach 'em how to read the business

My rhetoric is kinetic, every sentence got a swing

Punchlines with a promise, I can make a chorus sting

They want noise, I give nuance, velvet rope with both hands

Invite the truth to dinner, cut the lies into small strands

I'm the type to flip a loss into toppings on a victory pie

Slice a problem into pieces, bake a comeback in the sky

I move silent but I'm violent with the volume of my vision

Quiet storms with thunder thoughts, break the ceiling, make incision

I leave markers on the map so the next one knows the route

Like breadcrumbs for a future chef who learned to feed the doubt

I'm a student and a teacher, I'm a preacher and a player

I mix scripture with the ledger, then I lace it with the flavor

Got ad-libs in my pockets — ayy, yuh, huh, skrrt, blam-blam

Pop a cadence, drop a cadence, let it scatter like a flam

Every setback is a setup, I reload and then I prime

Every minute is a currency, I spend it in my prime

Chorus

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (