[Verse 1]

I keep running farther and farther

Searching and looking in the path of my father

And each step I take, the road gets darker

And I hear a song and the song gets longer

Yo, these flows, these shows that moola

Don't let the pretty boy swag fool ya

Rhymes hot, but I bet the beat will cool ya

So move onto the next one

Hear some lessons from the freshman

Which be the fresh one

Test one, plus one, subtract one

You're gonna drop the next one

If they hate, I'ma have to K-West 'em

If they hate, I'ma have to K-West 'em

[Chorus]

I'ma (run)

Yeah, we gotta, we gotta, we gotta, we gotta (run)

It's Abstract and the D-R-E

Dalvin Tha Real is the place to be

It's Abstract and the D-R-E

Dalvin Tha Real is the place to be

Yeah, yeah, it's like