Awake at three, as I enter the street.
Of the suburbs, havent y’all heard?
That im back on the prowl, for now.
Wow, swore that path I wouldn’t walk down.

But it aint like I coulda seen it coming.
Im usedto bummin, my own beat drummin.
I move in shadows with the flow, downstream.
Low self-esteem, couldn’t execute the scheme

My life story isnt special, one of many.
No first edition, im just an old penny.
Copper top, the duracell always runnin.
Im cunnin, though anything but top gunnin.

Runnin in place, the race was a moot point.
A paper chase in which i finished last place.
Discrace my name, then you, I will erase.
Its common place to underestimate, your own fate.

Scared, that I wont fit in.
Stickin out like a sore thumb, condesend.
Scared, of the ever approaching end.
But what then do I have to look towards?

Caught up in the drama of the head.
Caught up in the whispers of the dead.
Knocked off my block, water whickin.
Knocked off to a stop, fate I’m pickin.

I cant tell the future...
I cant see what’s coming...
I cant tell the future...
That’s why I’m always runnin’

I don’t know what to tell you...
Except to just keep searchin’
I don’t know what to tell you...
So imma keep on runnin’

I cant tell the future...
I cant see what’s coming...
I cant tell the future...
That’s why I’m always runnin’

I don’t know what to tell you...
Except to just keep searchin’
I don’t know what to tell you...
So imma keep on runnin’

Sittin down, possted with a pound.
An LB.. N-A-T-I-V..
E, molly quad stack flippin,
Cops arive, now its time to be dippin.

Cradle to the grave, on my shit.
Check the lifestyle, I can take a hit.
A little bit overconfident..
A little bit under estimate..

Hit my LAGs up, always.
Snitchin tags up, no way.
Say what I mean and support it.
Lies, cant afford it, always consort it.

If I say I bump gucci, im a wankster,
If I say I bump 2 chainz, im just a lame,
What the fuck can I be if I live a label.
Generic fable, sterotype enabled.