[Verse One: Mod Adonis/TMH]
Awake at three, as I enter the street
Of the suburbs, haven't y’all heard?
That im back on the prowl, for now
Wow, swore that path I wouldn’t walk down
But it ain't like I coulda seen it comin'
Im usedto bummin, my own beat drummin'
I move in shadows with the flow, downstream
Low self-esteem, couldn’t execute the fuckin' scheme
My life story isnt special, one of many
No first edition, im just an old penny
Copper top, the duracell always runnin'
Im cunnin, though anything but top gunnin'
Runnin in place, the race was a moot point
A paper chase in which i finished last place
Discrace my name, then you, I will erase
Its common place to underestimate, your own fate
Scared, that I won't fit in
Stickin out like a sore thumb, condesend
Scared, of the ever approaching end
But what then do I have to look towards?
Caught up in the drama of the head
Caught up in the whispers of the dead
Knocked off my block, water whippin'
Knocked off to a stop, fate I’m pickin'
[Hook]
I can't tell the future...
I can't see what’s coming...
I can't tell the future...
That’s why I’m always runnin’
I don’t know what to tell you...
Except to just keep searchin’
I don’t know what to tell you...
So imma keep on runnin’
I can't tell the future...
I can't see what’s coming...
I can't tell the future...
That’s why I’m always runnin’
I don’t know what to tell you...
Except to just keep searchin’
I don’t know what to tell you...
So imma keep on runnin’
[Verse Two: Mod Adonis/TMH]
Sittin' down, possted with a pound
An LB.. N-A-T-I-V..
E, molly quad stack flippin'
Cops arive, now its time to be dippin'
Cradle to the grave, on my shit
Check the lifestyle, I can take a hit
A little bit overconfident..
A little bit under estimate..
Hit my LAGs up, always
Snitchin' tags up, no way
Say what I mean and support it
Lies, can't afford it, always consort it
If I say I bump Gucci, im a wankster
If I say I bump Wayne, then i'm a lame
What the fuck can I be if I live a label
Generic fable, sterotype enabled