[Verse 1: Trace.]

I’m lost
But I can’t be found
I’m locked and loaded
But I ain’t got no rounds
Tell me how do I look?
How do I sound?
Different place, different grounds
I’m nervous shaking I’m contemplating what am I thinking
I’m writing records for noone’s station my notions tainted
And if I make it, I promise that I’m always gon’ say it
I always knew that my love for music would take me places
I put the brown bottle to my lips now
And I’mma drink this shit until I pass out
And this the shit I promised that I’d never touch
But this brown cup, fuck I just can't get enough
And if this all goes well, now what would happen to me?
And if my life goes black, would they pretend they knew me?
People die every day
But if I die tomorrow, I’mma die doin’ me
Agh

[Chorus: Mello]

I stand ten toes down
AK-47 with 100 rounds
Bullet cases hit the ground
Got me runnin’ and gunnin’ until the drum runs out (runnin’ and gunnin’ and runnin’ gunnin’ yeah)
Fuck who they want me to be
Everybody’s just trying to get the best of me (best of me)
Nothing good in life comes free, I keep runnin’ and runnin’ to keep my sanity (Runnin’ gunnin’ yeah)