On The Run

Love is always on the run
Forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run)
Forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run)
Forever on the run, forever on the run (yeah, uh, yeah)

Forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run)
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Yeah, I'm second to none, I kept a gun, but I need an extra one (yeah)
Strolling chopper in the F1 (fake shit)

Uh, strolling chopper in the F1, work the rev and run (pah, pah, pah)
I pray there's a heaven for thugs and they let us up
Iceberg sweaters when you let us up
Everything the big homie said register
But we still lift the register

Case in point, before we take a coin, first case to joint
Catch him up early with a cup of taste, it's choice
Duct tape his face, he ain't make noise
Can't make the neighbors annoyed
If so, I'm takin' all 40 gangster points, playboy

Try the ostrich slides, I was ostracized
Hiding from the five and the blockers, but I'm not cockeyed
Cops spied, we robbers in disguise
My face live on Fox 5, it's safe to say I'm
(Damn)

Uh, did my share of dirt, I'm just sharing my hurt
Know you heard I got fancy footwork
I been turnt, I ain't just pop up with work out the woodwork
I'm good with turning paper, you heard I'm a bookworm
Uh

Yeah, chasers at high speed, fake IDs, last of a dying breed
Whoever got beef, we grind meat with the K-9T
Can never walk a straight line, baby, that's just not me

Uh, I'm on the, forever on the run, forever on the run (on the run)
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Yeah, I'm second to none, I kept a gun, but I need an extra one
Uh, I'm on the, forever on the run, forever on the run
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Yeah, I'm second to none, I kept a gun, but I need an extra one (okay)

Check me out
On the run like a snotty-nosed kid, I ducked the bed
She went brazzy when I slipped in her rim, started to trip
Had the Ds go running my bread, looking for John
Big said I had a hunnid in cash, but it was gone

You'a never catch Pete
Nigga, I'm gone, used to make her catch dates in the street
Until the morn', how the fuck you gon' turn on me?
You smokin' dust, I took care of that bitch-ass kid
Your only son, stop fuckin' on my hoes by 30
I ain't the one, you gon' understand it's pimpin', it's real
And ain't no love slipped up

Started fuckin' on Susan, pussy was good
Plus I knew ass NeNe, she really like from the hood
But all bitches be the same, you ain't know that kid
That's why I be by my lonely and don't trust no bitch
That's why I'm still sippin' Odie, hangin' out on Fig, it's worse