Cross my Is, and dot my Ts,
I lost my mind in Quarantine,
My poor mother, tell that I love her,
But she'll maybe have to suffer,
Cause I picked the tougher path-
If I stuff up, I might stumble,
But these knees will never buckle,
I got genes about the hustle,
On the double, here come trouble,
Woah-
Road Runner,
On the one oh oner,
Split apart the clouds,
Like the flow was-
Made of thunder, woah,
No wonder,
They asking for his number,
Cause they see me at the feast,
Want a bite out of my supper,
I'm the-
Road Runner,
On the one oh oner,
Split apart the clouds,
Like the flow was-
Made of thunder, woah,
No wonder,
They asking for his number,
Cause they see me at the feast,
Want a bite out of my supper,
Woah-
Look I'm way past saying that the-
Flow is undeniable,
Cause every single time I drop a track,
Rappers die a lil,
Wishing that they thought it up before me,
But there ain't no before me,
One oh oner, one and only,
Six EPs in a year and a half,
Of course I got there first,
I been doing the math,
Improving my craft,
Plus snoozing the classes,
Equals to the reason I be-
Schooling your asses, I'm the-
Road Runner,
On the one oh oner,
Split apart the clouds,
Like the flow was-
Made of thunder, woah,
No wonder,
They asking for his number,
Cause they see me at the feast,
Want a bite out of my supper,
I'm the-
Road Runner,
On the one oh oner,
Split apart the clouds,
Like the flow was-
Made of thunder, woah,
No wonder,
They asking for his number,
Cause they see me at the feast,
Want a bite out of my supper,
Woah-
It's a flex,
I just blew a couple of cheques,
We just runnin' it, runnin' it,
Bitch, we don't know how to rest,
You can't be catchin my clout, hoe,
I just be running in my zone,
Now we in the crib making fire,
Fuck the outdoors,
I just pray that you know-
That you're fuckin with the wrong ones,
V and I go crazy plus I pull up with a shotgun,
Road runner, Dropping heat all summer,
Imma keep on going hard-
Till I pull up in a hummer, woah-
Road Runner,
On the one oh oner,
Split apart the clouds,
Like the flow was-
Made of thunder, woah,
No wonder,
They asking for his number,
Cause they see me at the feast,
Want a bite out of my supper,
I'm the-
Road Runner,
On the one oh oner,
Split apart the clouds,
Like the flow was-
Made of thunder, woah,
No wonder,
They asking for his number,
Cause they see me at the feast,
Want a bite out of my supper,
Woah-