don't run

final draft Ima pull up my pants, and lace up my shoes I'm ready to dance, just bust a move fuck talking, I'm ready to shoot I'm not stopping, You know how I do I got News You must of got me confused (You fuckin clown) You really got me amused It's easy to cry. It's harder to smile I've been living foul, for a long while Living loud getting wild 30 years old, and I'm still a child I took a deal, I should have went to trial They treat my innocence like it's denial I've had some regrets But I don't wanna talk about em I thought that was your friend, till I heard the way you talk about him Of course that's only when you're not around him so much doe and so much hose I can't count them some are lustin some are cuffing some are crushin on someone around them What I'm doing Getting money Always moving Like I'm hungry You would be stupid To think I would loose it I used to be the new kid Now I'm lucid Infused with music New car new fit I'm on top, like cool whip My Glocks got a full clip I stuffed My socks with a full zip You better think twice, or get your skull split Don't never ever assume any knife has a dull tip I'm sharper than a katana and darker than a mamba I got'em sweating, like they stepped in the sauna they're feeling threatened. I'm indefinite trauma I'm Bigger than your daddy. You better go get your mama I smoked some cabby, I'm hella lit, and I smell like ganja it feels like the'70s, I feel like Eric, I think my bitch is donna I'm never really beefing, probably just deep in some baby mama drama I'm sorry Miss Jackson your daughter was an honor When your phone's ringing, they're thinkin it's something in common with commas me and my people got plenty of money stop acting like it don't belong to us Ima pull up my pants, and lace up my shoes I'm ready to dance, just bust a move fuck talking, I'm ready to shoot I'm not stopping, You know how I do I got News You must of got me confused (You fuckin clown) You really got me amused