On the Run

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

Uh

Know what I'm sayin'? (Pimpire)

Pimpstead, nigga (This shit forever, nigga)

All my niggas on the run

Yo

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]

Forever on the run, forever on the run

Forever on the run, forever on the run

Forever on the run, forever on the run

Uh, yeah

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

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Sterling chopper and an F1, uh

Sterling chopper and an F1

Word to Reverend Run

I pray there's a Heaven for thugs and they let us up

Iceberg sweaters when your lettuce up

Everything the big homie said registered

But we still lift the register

Case in point, before we take a coin, first case the joint

Catch him up early with a cup of Taster's Choice

Duct tape his face, he ain't make noise

Can't make the neighbors annoyed

If so, I'm taking off forty gangster points, playboy

Prada ostrich slides, I was ostracized

Hiding from the 5 and the blockers, but I'm not cockeyed

Cops spied with robins in the skies

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

Chases at high speed, fake IDs

Last of a dying breed

Whoever got beef, we grind meat with the canine teeth

Could never walk a straight line, baby, that's just not me

Uh, I'm on the—

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]

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

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

[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]

Check it out

On the run like a snotty nose kid, I ducked a bid

She went brazy when I slid in her ribs, started to trip

Had the D's go run in my brib looking for John

Bitch said I had a hundred in cash, but it was gone

Devil ho, you will never catch P, 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 smoking dust?

I took care of that bitch-ass kid, your only son

Stopped fuckin' all my hoes by thirty, I ain't the one

You gon' understand this pimpin' is real and ain't no love

Slipped up, started fuckin' on Susan, pussy was good

Plus I know her ass need me, 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' only, hangin' out on Fig

It's Worth