On the Run
[Hook I]

If they gone bang this in the club
I need women twerkin'
If they gone bang this in the club
I need women shirtless
If they gone bang this in the club
I need benji's, hundreds
Feelin' heavy buzzed
Now my words are slurrin'
(x2)

[Verse I]

Uh, I might pull up with the stick
Hop out with the (with the)
I might let a couple fly
If you insult my pride
Honestly, I'm tryna be the best that I can be
I'll probably
Die chasin' at this broccoli
But I'm obviously a hot MC
And it ain't no fuckin' stoppin' me
Just sit back while I rock these keys and
Party irresponsibly
People talkin' to me
Lookin' at me
Y'all know I can't see
I'm faded off the syrup and the pressure
Plus this Oxy clean
(Asshole)
Nah, bitch I'm out here profiting
All about my paper and my property
Monopoly
Don't talk to me
Unless you're fam or my accountant
You might be swimmin' in the money
But bitch I'm out here drownin'
Now that I'm bout it
It's gettin' awful crowded
Don't ask for handouts
If you ever fuckin' doubted
[Hook II]

If they gone bang this in the club
I need women twerkin'
If they gone bang this in the club
I need women shirtless
If they gone bang this in the club
I need benji's, hundreds
Feelin' heavy buzzed
Now my words are slurrin'
(x2)

[Verse II]
I reminisce on better days
Eatin' candy, playin' games
With my brother
Outside and not slouched on the sofa
Where did it all go?
Aye, yo what happened to my innocence?
Used to tell him everything
Now I know that I can't tell him shit
But I know that he wonders
"How is this man payin' rent?
Ain't ever had a job, but
He still got bank to blaze the spliff"
When it comes to that shit
I got the swiss; it's not an ish'
I will flourish
Cop and flip
Automatic swish
Pockets full of Rice-A-Roni
I'm the "Catcher in the Rye"
I can tell if you's a phony
You punk's below me
Know your place, don't ever wrong me
Bullet join your brain like matrimony;
It's taxes homie
[Hook III]

If they gone bang this in the club
I need women twerkin'
If they gone bang this in the club
I need women shirtless
If they gone bang this in the club
I need benji's, hundreds
Feelin' heavy buzzed
Now my words are slurrin'
(x2)

[Outro]

All this bread;
You can't miss it
Countin', countin' digits
'Till my morals get to slippin'
It'll get ya catch up witcha;
On the run
I'm on the run
(x2)