Exotic in my lungs Residue on my thumbs Yeh i live 4 my funds Yeh i trap i just do this 4 da fun Theres no where to run Theres no where to run Chase that doe or die in the slums Play with my doe ill bang his head like a drum Theres no where to run This life aint fun Trap then ur gaff gets spun Live by the gun then u get bun Theres no where to run To many chases we done blown Real deal them man there clones Lick me graft then i got me a bud phone 16 i was up in ur home Chat shit iam cracking ur dome Its certii theres no way id lie If i did u can ask my guys If my phone rings then i fly Ask how much doe we made of the white Too many wrongs and a couple rights Regardless Iam out all night Too much bark n no bite That shit will get u a left right