Bitch steady on my conscience
Hit that bitch raw till her legs pad locket
Pussy boy gonna go act like he pop shit
Ya mans the type to go dance in the mosh pit
Don't speak up
Your bands don't need ya
I'm only gettin deeper in ya last mamacita
Seizure when I feed her
Lost in my system
I deaded my features
I Couldn't wanna be ya

You want smoke, but you choke when you spoke
Pale face, goin' ghost
Till these fuckas give me most
You got lows that you grow
I'ma dash past hoes
Till they beggin for the posts when I blow

Old bitch never loved me
Fuck these
Corny mothafuckas with they white teeth
Wifey
Lookin like a store brand hype beast
You fuckas wanna act like it's pricey
Keeping my privacy
Why you gotta bother me?
Been the worst side of me
Bitches never try with me
Actin like you wannabe
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh

My medicine, keep me fall back
Fam round me, that's a fullback
Chat low key, we decide that
Make more green, then divide that
Don't come clean unless you violent
I'm not keen on the digress
Got no love for the stylist
I give her something to digest
No more me, gone silent

Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh
Run man, run man, yuh