On The Run

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmac on the fucking track)
(Tahj Money)

[Chorus]
Heard the DA read a paragraph in front of the witness
I ain't never seen the man cry 'til he got sentenced
Really means something, his lil' bro died on the mission
Every year, this nigga don't miss his block party, he'll die spinning
Everybody got they hand out, what you gon' tell 'em?
People say you got 'em next time but you don't never
Know you need every pistol that you got, but you gon' sell 'em
You fucked up and your mama bills due, how you gon' help her?

[Verse 1]
My bro died, they told me keep my head up, it ain't get no better
The people he told he love I thought to slide ain't make no effort
I was standing in the trenches, we had roaches in the kitchen
Lookin' at my grandma ceiling, wishing that we had a billion
Wishing I could see big EJ, still got him behind them fences
Judge gave him forty-thousand hours, still ain't seen him in a minute
Knew a couple niggas ain't have a sense of humor who used to laugh at me
Fucking the same hoes, I'm thinking he player, he lowkey mad at me
Freedom, he on house arrest, gotta tell him 'fore he take a route
Opps know where he stay at, he done cut his ankle bracelet off
They shot up his crib, some ricocheted and hit the neighbor's house
Sent him to an opp dorm up in jail, but he ain't stable now
Paralyze my cousin I know he hurt, thank God he made it through
Told his girl he wanna walk so bad but he ain't able to
It'll never go away, bro, if you rat, that's what they label you
Gotta have that extra bedroom in your house that shit gon' stay with you

[Chorus]
Heard the DA read a paragraph in front of the witness
I ain't never seen the man cry 'til he got sentenced
Really means something, his lil' bro died on the mission
Every year, this nigga don't miss his block party, he'll die spinning
Everybody got they hand out, what you gon' tell 'em?
People say you got 'em next time but you don't never
Know you need every pistol that you got, but you gon' sell 'em
You fucked up and your mama bills due, how you gon' help her?

[Verse 2]
He ain't go to Lids, but they got two hats in a week
Ain't no, "He too young," they left his body in the street
No more grocery shopping, he gotta log in 'fore he buy sweets
They gon' send you to a place where you show your ID just to eat
How you supposed to respond when niggas threatening on the Instagram?
Dissing your lil' bro, they making jokes 'bout putting him in the ground
Don't care 'bout what you did or who you shot, don't fear any man
I know that I'm 'posed to be with her, but I wasn't ready then
She the only one who understand me, she kept it real
I can't never make her take no plan B, it's what it is
Having dreams that I could leave these damn streets up in the rear
If it ain't too late, we could start a family and get a crib

[Outro]
Ain't too late for you small niggas to stop hating on the man
I seen niggas I thought who stand up go take the stand