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