I ain't got nothing on my mind besides getting in trouble
Drawing attention to myself make cops start slipping in some puddles
As they're chasing me erase any reason for why I'm running
Know that once I get to my destination I'm done
And they could keep coming
But as soon as they catch me on my couch I'm in a position to stick my middle finger up and say fuck em
Time to cuff him but if you're wrong I'm resisting arrest
With clips to your chest regardless if you're a pig with a vest I'm busting
Living illegally sensing the evil that I'm causing
Pausing and thinking back about seeing them cops beating you
They believe you're dumb enough to run game and break bones
Take dough and not give a second thought about how he's speaking to you
You want me to plead well fuck you
I'm pleading for justice from justice smoking bud relieving muscles
I need to hustle cause I should've got my diploma but didn't
Now they want me in a casket in a coma or in prison
On the carton missing jealous cause I'm dressing flashy
I'm young and Mexican I'm riding Lexus and then caddy
Try sticking me in paddy wagon planting evidence
The police saw the fam I had and they been planning ever since
To get up in my operation
Like my raps a cover up
And due to your probation I can't stack a hundred bucks
Depending on the situation
They'll slap some hustlers up
Yeah homie and now it's time to fuck em up
We be
Running from the police
Baggy pants with no crease They got me running from the party hopping fences
But I ain't stopping man I gotta dodge them bitches
We running from the police
Might hide out at homies
They knocking on the door man don't answer
I got some warrants that I can't afford to cancel
We got these bitches hating cause we're contemplatin on taking the streets from the man
Make them disappear like Alakazam
Bing bam do it like my uncle or my homeboy primo
Shoot em in the head and leave his shirt with three holes
I'm so fresh I don't obey the 5-0
They trying to stop me by putting a G in the penitentiary
But bailed out with two G's
Not once but twice in county jail rolling dice
To win some commissary bitches I ain't never scary
Pop a hater and make his eyes blurry
Chop your body up and make chicken curry
Drink so much my voice is slurry
Man why you in such a hurry
I'm just trying to explain my life
Looking for cheese like mice
Who gave the pigs the right to take a players life
So let's get ready to fight
Not throwing fists but with a microphone disc
So go home and give your kids a kiss
Cause you know what time it is
Yeah homie now it's time to fuck em up
Running from the police
Baggy pants with no crease They got me running from the party hopping fences
But I ain't stopping man I gotta dodge them bitches
We running from the police
Might hide out at homies
They knocking on the door man don't answer
I got some warrants that I can't afford to cancel
Weigh it up bag it up chopper on the shelf
Do this on my own I don't need nobody else
That's the fucking story
Bitch bottom line
Roll a quarter of that swisher of the hydro lemon lime
Or that kush let me find out
Risers swerving drunk
See the haters in the mirror and Im never giving up
You never hold me down in my motherfucking town, 210 up in this bitch bitch we busting some rounds
Man I do this for my nigga man they it be the homeboy Faze
And if any motherfucker step up I'm gonna blaze out What I'm talking about
And to the motherfucking snitches bitch hush your mouth
Yall some pussy ass motherfuckers bitches dropping dimes
Yall some fucking dick suckers in your motherfucking prime
Prime time man I gotta get that green man I gotta get that green
I'm a motherfucking fiend Man I gotta get that green I'm a motherfucking fiend
210 nigga weighin off the triple beam
Running from the police
Baggy pants with no crease They got me running from the party hopping fences
But I ain't stopping man I gotta dodge them bitches
We running from the police
Might hide out at homies
They knocking on the door man don't answer
I got some warrants that I can't afford to cancel
Homie in the pen for the paper we chasing
Thugging in the streets so the laws be hating
Waiting debating which moves I'm making
Trying to lock me up
Never too clever
Resisting arrest so I chunk up the deuce in the middle finger
Punk motherfuckers
Stupid ass suckers
Leave you in a daze in a maze can't phase us
The hood raised us
To live through the pain and the rain embrace us
By putting in work doing the dirt
Busting my gat for hater alert
Come here your ass will get hurt get murked
Haven't you heard snitches get burned
Watch and learn they toss and turn
Scream and shout no doubt Kill or be killed keep what you kill
Know the deal know what I'm talking bout
Doing the crime ain't doing the time
Blocking my shine blocking my shine
Busting my nine busting my nine
And now it's time to fuck em up
We be running from the police might hide out at homies
Can't trust the phonies and snitches
Pussy bitches end up in ditches and swimming with the fishes
I stay hopping fences so my all white chucks come in handy
And I be throwing up the middle finger gladly
And yellin fuck the laws
One day we won't have to run from y'all
My status stay on par
The 5-0 better not make me fall