4sho’7

[Verse 1] One time, tuck your ears Running for freedom like it's lunch time Had me dead, chasing my cousin, little jit caught me runny eyes Tears falling hard on [?], classic All we got is eyes Like all we got is these caskets We all we got, stand on the block Should we still go and walk with my gold? This gon’ pop [?] that bitch, that pretty [?] Sick [?] flossing Austin had me thinking like Boston Go [?], go [?], Gon' pop my collar See shawty lean back calling nobody on my [?] Reach down [?] my dead homie [?] [?] Ras G, Dame, DOOM and that nigga Capital STEEZ Real 47 niggas ridin' ready to die to breathe Livin’ to die... [Outro] Ah Running in place there, tryna make it work Running in place there, tryna make it to work Running in place, mama tryna take us to church Still sitting here, seeing sideways, running in place