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
[?]
[?]
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