Yea. Man. Next. Iight
Back on the beat
Been trapping with the street
With a rap sheet and a cd in the back of the seat
Im listenin to mom talking about me
And callin her a b prolly every other week
Im the freshest coming out of adolescence
My prescence make you feel molested now you mushy like old salad dressing
I feel that im getting my flow back
Pop in a new track, and call it a throw back
Man if I was a drug id prolly be gold crack
Hidden in 100's and rolled inside of a gold sack
And smoked good like im inside of an old man
Have the gat in my hand and your bu*t in a van
Now everybody like we kidnapping again
And I say no he's wide awake and he's 27
(Intermission)
Im road runner but im the gunner
And im tired of wakin up way before the sun up
Stayin up till 3 wakin up at 5
Looking at the sky walk out and they yell It's Alive!
Shuck and jive look alive boy you wanna ride
Cause it's implied, these haters silent like distant mimes
Cause I got the car and you got the gas
We can go anywhere you want to pa**
But first let me reminisce my past
So I can put some real sh** on this paper through my pen and pad
Ok. I dont like writing on a pen and pad
Because my handwriting is so f**ing bad
So I would rather type this up in computer lab
Instead of you saying this look like a kindergarten scribble scrab
But this ain't something you wana be grabbing at
Im a lion you a rabbit out of the habitat
My whole crew red and black and thats a fact
Im green and red I look like a bowl of apple jacks