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

[?]

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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