No Rush

Chorus:

I don’t need to run, I don’t need to rush
Glory’s gonna come, no reason to blush
Heading to a storm, waiting to be struck
Their noses in a straw, their noses in the stuff

Verse 1:

Every time I wake up, smoke a doobie then I write shit
I write about some dreams I’ll have tonight about a spaceship
I don’t give a fuck is good enough as allegation
Get into my world I came here with a delegation
Lord I didn’t come here to convert them motherfuckas
Dreaming is a state of mind, meditation or medication
Only things I take are weed, lean, fix your education
Premonitions over reminiscence, show your dedication
I would never tell somebody how to live his own life
I would never sell some molly to somebody’s own wife
I would never snitch, I would never fuck a dawg’s bitch
One day if I do so throw my lyrics in the garbage
Imma be one hundred, ’til I die, stay true to my family ’til I lie
With my eyes white wide open to the other side
I ain’t too scared of that day, damn no that’s a lie
Gimme more of that sake, thank god I’m alive
Am I seeing a light there ? Hell no that’s a knife
I ain’t got to panic, know I’ve got it, shit I’m still addict
I ain’t got to buy it, weed in my pocket, damn I knew I had it
Fuck your profit, even in my coffin Imma stand above it
Lead or puppet ? Imma send a rocket to the men who’ve stocked it
H.E.N.D.R.I.X fuck you, fuck the system, fuck the I.R.S
Harris be taking the game over, now y’all rest
I’ll be rich before they wake up, bye bye my debts
Flier than a nigga with fifty jewels on
Only fuck her if her ass thicker than a udon
Hotties on hotties, no I mean blondies on blondies
Honeys on honeys, hit them with my suit on
I do whatever I’ve got to do to win it
Competition long gone, I kill them in less than a minute
The mission was infiltration of the game and now I’m in it
Damn they’ve picked the wrong gun and they’re surprised that I’ve made it
Death is always close but I manage to stay away from it
Feel my heartbeat stronger than the bass
Could it be a sign ? They told me to stay on the sidelines
But I could never run from this life Imma stay running

Chorus:

I don’t need to run, I don’t need to rush
Glory’s gonna come, no reason to blush
Heading to a storm, waiting to be struck
Their noses in a straw, their noses in the stuff

Verse 2:

Handing my cards to my fate
I could go on for a while with my eyes closed
Lame rappers all on my plate
There won’t be one of ‘em staining my nice clothes
I’ve got a pretty chick from somewhere, I forgot the name
Now my voice is worth a milly, I fuck up the game
Yeah I fuck the game up, Want me ? Better pay up
If I’m not on your payroll I lock up your pay yeah
No more trading tell your label to pay the ransom yeah
No more savings, your momma’s on the street with no pants on
Are you really counting on mercy ? I’ll never grant some
Looking over your shoulders and your grandson’s
Hello handsome, put a vest on
Her pussy fire bullets when she’s listening to danzòn
All hands on deck, put the bands on the back
Roll a plane on her asscheeks spread them then attack
Half model lacks plastic, laying in the trap
Hundred dollar bills you’ve got her dancing on your lap
It’s a mad man’s world
On a white man’s word
They make her black hands work
’Till her black hands hurt, yup
We use to send our folks to the field back and forth ‘till the black man murked, yup

Chorus:

I don’t need to run, I don’t need to rush
Glory’s gonna come, no reason to blush
Heading to a storm, waiting to be struck
Their noses in a straw, their noses in the stuff

Post-chorus :

I would kill for my momma
But I haven’t seen her face
For so long
I guess I’m haunted by the powers of my haze
If I moved from my place
I could do a hundred in a day
But I’m such a lazy ass nigga
There’s always smoking on the way