We Runnin

Tommee Profitt's "We Runnin" turns the Christian life into a footrace, complete with a starting gun ("ready, set go") and a competitor who compares himself to Carmelo Anthony and a chef with a pen. The verses are dense with wordplay — rhyming over cello, "sky walk no vader," a catalog compared to cataracts — but the boast keeps circling back to endurance: running hard until the lungs collapse, grinding until the hands bleed, a pain in the side that never slows the pace. The chorus is simpler and more stubborn, insisting the finish line is reachable and that doubters can't stop the rise. A middle verse pivots from swagger to warning, telling listeners to train their minds because what comes next is life or death, and that life is worth more than writing checks. The closing section stacks declarations of never quitting with a line about every knee bowing at the finish line, tying the race to worship. It's a gym-motivational track with a gospel spine, more about persistence than triumph, and the repeated "we runnin'" works as both chant and confession.