The Rundown
The Rundown
I’m feeling all boxed up
caving from within...
Constructive delusion of truth
I can’t believe what I’m in...
Dreams of my youth
with a prison stint
my passions deep within
letting very few in...
I’ve been down on luck
I’m living life to win...
No more corners to turn
I’m gonna straight line this...
Mr. DA here’s a tip
a little something for ya...
You better hide from us
cause we gonna f......destroy ya...
You have no case
so what to do now...
Keep pursuing me
as I’m heading outta town...
Feds around the corner
watching every move
late night terrors
ain’t no way I’m gonna lose...
First you gotta find me
good luck with that...
Where to start first
here’s a tit for tat...
Look in the corners
every square inch...
With all that going on
what’s next is a cinch...
I’m that shadow standing
outside your bedroom window...
I’m no modern commando
but here’s a short little intro...
Your .......... so upset
crying all damm day...
that’s what happens when a ........
has his way...
Where my people now
f......haters everywhere
smoking on some gelato
as I die my f......hair...
Different person different state
setting up shop
just you wait...
Bigger than before
larger than the next
this street life s...
is simple yet complex...
After I get my millions
safe and sound away...
I’m coming for them b......
that tried to have me locked away...
You won’t see me coming
creeping down the block...
Peeping out the window
as the neighbors hear the shots...
All scores settled
finally time to chill...
Living a life of luxury
while heading to Brazil...
Just remember one thing
it’s all I gotta say...
When you hear that late night phone ring
It’s me that just escaped..
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