A Life On The Run

[Hook: Mo Master]
Another day has come
How much longer will I run?
I wanna have sum fun
Layin’ out in the sun
How much dirt have I done?
My life has just begun
I sleep with my gun
My problems weigh a ton

[Verse 1]
Her caramel skin, wavy jet black hair
With the legs in the walk to make you stop and stare
She had some big ol’ titties and a really pretty smile
Opinionated and a sassy classy style
My baby was a Libra, no I’d never leave her
I liked everything about her, yeah she was a keeper
But she had a cold heart, I won't say her name
But she the main reason I'm knee deep in the dope game
Won't gimme no pussy, didn't even wanna kiss me
And on my twenty-sixth birthday, she didn't hesitate to diss me
I wonder if she love me.. nah, I doubt it
Now I'm sellin’ dope every day and now she tryna talk me out of it
What the fuck?

[Hook: Mo Master]
Another day has come
How much longer will I run?
I wanna have sum fun
Layin’ out in the sun
How much dirt have I done?
My life has just begun
I sleep with my gun
My problems weigh a ton

[Verse 2]
How could I let a woman make me lose my mind?
I'm 'bout to post up and get it, I'll never lose my grind
I'm determined to shine, I'm determined not to fail
I'm 'bout to get what's mine.. fuck death, fuck jail
But what the fuck is this? You playin' games with the scale?
Trynna turn me into a ‘Yes Man’? But I'm not for sale
Now you know how it goes
Friends can turn into foes
Just like virgins can turn into hoes
We coulda broke bread
But you wanna be instead
Tryna bully me nigga? Nah, you 'bout to wind up dead
You introduced me to the game, but then you tried to play me
By the time it's all over, Ouuh, you gon' really hate me

[Hook: Mo Master]
Another day has come
How much longer will I run?
I wanna have sum fun
Layin’ out in the sun
How much dirt have I done?
My life has just begun
I sleep with my gun
My problems weigh a ton

[Verse 3]
Every time I see that white Escalade
That mean the bag in, baby and I'm 'bout to get paid
I cut out the middleman, I bring that cocaine out
I hit the neighborhood and my name rang out
I'm coppin' from your plug, I'm servin' all your fiends
My goons be lurkin', nigga you can't do a damn thing
Let the dollar circulate, Santa Clara to Cambridge
Isn't it obvious? I'm trynna to fuck yo main bitch
Sent my goons to rob yoo, yo Woodbine spot
That nigga Mickey got in the way and his ass got shot
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Fuck a nine to five, I'm living life on the run

[Hook: Mo Master]
Another day has come
How much longer will I run?
I wanna have sum fun
Layin’ out in the sun
How much dirt have I done?
My life has just begun
I sleep with my gun
My problems weigh a ton