You'd better run, run from the devil You'd better hide, hide, hide from the devil Ha! Young boy Trying to rule the world I see Well, young boy I can give you everything Diamonds Everything you touch can be Golden But first you gotta listen to me I'll tell the truth, I promise you This world may frown upon the things I have you do But I got taste, and I got style I know the twists and turns to make your life worth while Oh na-na, oh na-na, oh na-na, oh na-na You'd better run, run from the devil You'd better run, run from the devil You'd better run, run from the devil You'd better run, run from the devil Run, run from the devil Run from the devil My brother, you could probably win in a shit-talking competition My composition's the opposition of all the shit that Got niggas wishing to spit tragic the shit that get You deal crack and you spend cash on cement asses My heart burns in the fire of truth Got the heat of seven suns and immediate treatment needed More niggas burn on war started 1792 Won't act like I'm any better, you are me, I am you We all hate, we all love, as below, so above We got poison everywhere, so what's the war on the drug? We at war with ourselves, type of war with no guns So if you had to meet yourself, would you go do it or run? Cause I could be MLK, I could be Juicy J Or lame on Instagram that shows the world it's AK 47's the way, you can follow us straight At the end of the day, at the end of the day You'd better run in some type of direction Cause the people going nowhere are the ones that are flexing I'm not trying to be a preacher, I was never a reverend But I can take your ass to church and show you glimpses of heaven You'd better run in some type of direction Cause the people going nowhere are the ones that are flexing I'm not trying to be a preacher, I was never a reverend But I can take your ass to church and show you glimpses of heaven You'd better run, run, run from the devil