On the Run (From the Mafia)

[Intro]

Money, money, money

Money makes the world go 'round

Oh shit, they fucking found me!!

(Gunshots)

Fuck!

(More gunshots, tire cars screeching, drives away)

[Verse 1]

Ayo, I'm on the run from the mafia

Stealing cash thinking "what the fuck is stoppin ya?" The Glock is tucked

For any motherfucker who wants to run up on me with a small army

Leave your skeleton looking like motherfucking Paul Harvey

Well that was a big mistake

The fucks told me that the stripped and rape my wife with all the pigs and jakes

I got the clips and tapes, gonna use it for blackmail

Gotta do crack sales to fund, and I don't wanna go back to jail son

So here is what I'm gonna do

Sell the drugs to the chinese, what do I gotta lose?

If I die, I can have my brothers leak the documents

I gotta stock on clips in case I have to deal with cops and shit

I get inside the purple mazda

I'm a moving fucking target but nobodies gonna bother

I get to the deal with all the shit in tow

They think they hitting low, but that is what I'm hitting fo'

And after all of this, to calm my nerves, I gotta go get some dro

[Interlude]

They got the shipment

(What?!)

They got the whole shipment

(I want that son of a bitch dead, I don't care....)

[Verse 2]

It went off without a hitch

So much money, that I don't have to worry about shit

But right now I got one problem

On my way to the airport, with my pistol cocked son

I looked both sides and they shot through my windows

In the course of the chaos I dropped all my endo

Shit, I gotta hurry up and jet

Cause right now, you gotta know I'mma flurry up a sweat

But when I'm out, I'm gonna look like Steph Curry on a jet

Those motherfuckers cut me off at the intersection

I got the Black Smith and Wesson, gonna teach these stupid fucks a lesson

I pull out and I caught one in the stomach

I shot them all down, and watched as their bodies plummet

My car seat is blood red

So much fucking bloodshed; it's overkill, enough said

So now I gotta stop the bleeding

[Interlude]

I want that son of a bitch dead!!

[Verse 3]

I gave the guns and stash to my brother

And siphoned cash right to my mother

Cause I gotta check into the Medical center

Right near my intestines because that is where the bullet entered

And I will not survive the night

I'd rather thrive and write, but now I'm seeing shit like a motherfucker lava light

I meant lamp, shit; and everytime someone speaks, it sounds like fucking sanskrit

Everything is so bizarre, the world is turning to fast and I almost crashed my car

Every event is out of order, life flashes before my eyes

Now I'm afraid that I'm gonna die

I collapse on the sidewalk

I get pushed into Emergency, they don't wanna see me die in chalk

All the sudden I blacked out

Dreamt about pulling the mac out, and going inside a crack house

I know I'm gonna be killed though, I woke up

And saw a mafia assassin with a motherfucking pillow

[Outro]

(Sounds of pillow smothering & a flatline)