[Verse 1]
I keep running farther and farther
Searching and looking in the path of my father
And each step I take, the road gets darker
And I hear a song and the song gets longer
Yo, these flows, these shows that moola
Don't let the pretty boy swag fool ya
Rhymes hot, but I bet the beat will cool ya
So move onto the next one
Hear some lessons from the freshman
Which be the fresh one
Test one, plus one, subtract one
You're gonna drop the next one
If they hate, I'ma have to K-West 'em
If they hate, I'ma have to K-West 'em

[Chorus]
I'ma (run)
Yeah, we gotta, we gotta, we gotta, we gotta (run)
It's Abstract and the D-R-E
Dalvin Tha Real is the place to be
It's Abstract and the D-R-E
Dalvin Tha Real is the place to be
Yeah, yeah, it's like