On the Run (From the Mafia)

[Intro]
Money, money, money
Money makes the world go 'round
Oh shit, they fucking found me!!
(Gunshots)
Fuck!
(More gunshots, tire cars screeching, drives away)

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I'm on the run from the mafia
Stealing cash thinking "what the fuck is stoppin ya?" The Glock is tucked
For any motherfucker who wants to run up on me with a small army
Leave your skeleton looking like motherfucking Paul Harvey
Well that was a big mistake
The fucks told me that the stripped and rape my wife with all the pigs and jakes
I got the clips and tapes, gonna use it for blackmail
Gotta do crack sales to fund, and I don't wanna go back to jail son
So here is what I'm gonna do
Sell the drugs to the chinese, what do I gotta lose?
If I die, I can have my brothers leak the documents
I gotta stock on clips in case I have to deal with cops and shit
I get inside the purple mazda
I'm a moving fucking target but nobodies gonna bother
I get to the deal with all the shit in tow
They think they hitting low, but that is what I'm hitting fo'
And after all of this, to calm my nerves, I gotta go get some dro

[Interlude]
They got the shipment
(What?!)
They got the whole shipment
(I want that son of a bitch dead, I don't care....)

[Verse 2]
It went off without a hitch
So much money, that I don't have to worry about shit
But right now I got one problem
On my way to the airport, with my pistol cocked son
I looked both sides and they shot through my windows
In the course of the chaos I dropped all my endo
Shit, I gotta hurry up and jet
Cause right now, you gotta know I'mma flurry up a sweat
But when I'm out, I'm gonna look like Steph Curry on a jet
Those motherfuckers cut me off at the intersection
I got the Black Smith and Wesson, gonna teach these stupid fucks a lesson
I pull out and I caught one in the stomach
I shot them all down, and watched as their bodies plummet
My car seat is blood red
So much fucking bloodshed; it's overkill, enough said
So now I gotta stop the bleeding

[Interlude]
I want that son of a bitch dead!!

[Verse 3]
I gave the guns and stash to my brother
And siphoned cash right to my mother
Cause I gotta check into the Medical center
Right near my intestines because that is where the bullet entered
And I will not survive the night
I'd rather thrive and write, but now I'm seeing shit like a motherfucker lava light
I meant lamp, shit; and everytime someone speaks, it sounds like fucking sanskrit
Everything is so bizarre, the world is turning to fast and I almost crashed my car
Every event is out of order, life flashes before my eyes
Now I'm afraid that I'm gonna die
I collapse on the sidewalk
I get pushed into Emergency, they don't wanna see me die in chalk
All the sudden I blacked out
Dreamt about pulling the mac out, and going inside a crack house
I know I'm gonna be killed though, I woke up
And saw a mafia assassin with a motherfucking pillow

[Outro]
(Sounds of pillow smothering & a flatline)