Run

In case he tries to bolt Fuck Right at the last second when I thought it was Gonna be over, he all of a sudden decided to run Fucking blood, I'm finna break homie Fuck it, I'm breaking, I'm outta here, blood, fuck these niggas, homie But he doesn't run very far Fuck it, aw, aw, aw, blood, aw, blood, damn, aw, aw, blood Run, if ya got a gun, 'cause here they come Standing there stupid, twiddling your thumbs Nigga, yo ass better run, uh If ya got a sack, 'cause they coming back Nigga, you slipping, better get to dipping Uh, yo ass better run In the interviews they ask how I got the name slick 'Cause I hit the fence quick when getting smashed by the dicks Whether I was sneaking out of Dr. Jays with a Snicker Or talking to square like it's Gwenthony and the B and the stripper Surviving the sess like striving at chess Selecting the best choice and avoiding the net You in the cutty, candy with twenty shoes With five hundred and twenty stuffed in your Underoos Thinking you're cool 'cause they usually don't check draws But you smelling like kush so they call for dogs It's in the nature once a nigga get riches He can't help but to show up with chickens Broadcast his business to whoever he sticks his dick in Pillow talking about the cess victims Knock out D, I wish you would've listened Now they tryna make my nigga rot up in a prison Run, if ya got a gun, 'cause here they come Standing there stupid, twiddling your thumbs Nigga, yo ass better run, uh If ya got a sack, 'cause they coming back Nigga, you slipping, better get to dipping Uh, yo ass better run You can't come up if you can't stay out You on paperwork nigga, you can't slang yay out the same house You chose to parole home to (Ooh) Gang stipulations, head to toe you all blue All flame going out to put in work You have a better chance of getting away in a dress shirt I stay out 'cause I save for a silencer She going on a car nigga, why you gotta ride with her? You got a piss test, why you smoking and shit? On probation with a pistol, why you rolling with tint? Niggas hate 'cause I never hit the pen Well you got one up on me homie 'cause I'ma stay ducking And dodging, a little less flossing Out of sight, out of mind, every day Rick Rossing Learned from the homie T.I., they want us all in the pen Mansion or projects, they'll kick your door in Run, if ya got a gun, 'cause here they come Standing there stupid, twiddling your thumbs Nigga, yo ass better run, uh If ya got a sack, 'cause they coming back Nigga, you slipping, better get to dipping Uh, yo ass better run Niggas be talking that bitch ain't Never went to the pen shit, shit nigga I was right there with the homies when they was scrapping out or Or clacking out or getting that twerp off or whatever it is homie I might've just wanted to get away a Little better G, you know what I'm saying? You know, your boy used to run track in Lincoln High School man, you know what I'm saying? That sprint relay man, you know what I'm saying? Yeah that I'm, I'm gon' get away my nigga, yeah that Run, shit And on top of that man, it's enough niggas riding Around here with big rims and candy paint with You know what I'm saying, rocks cut up in they nuts and shit You know what I'm saying, for them to get Them niggas homie instead of getting me 'Cause I'ma be on the next level with mine Nigga I might be riding around with a Motherfucking wig on or something nigga In a little brand new rental or something, you know what I'm saying? With a chopper on the back seat, never suspected, uh, yeah that Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack Yeah Use your head young G, use your head young G Gotta be free, uh I'm out here repping though for all My niggas on the inside though homie Yeah that, keep your head up, uh Run, run, run Uh Monkey D, yeah that Love you my nigga, uh