They Got Me On The Run

It’s hard living with warrants, trying to avoid the law enforcement

It’s hard to trust, when you’ve been snitched on by informants

So I ride along solo just trying to keep it low key

Praying to god, that Im not noticed by the police

I can’t even go and drop my daughter off to her school

Even though all of her friends think that my car is so cool

I ain’t even went and seen my grandma in like three years

Thinking about her health problems really brings me to tears

What can I do, what can I say, tell me is there another way

I can’t even really sell crack, I pray to hit a parley

My baby mamma is still bitching, why she won’t listen

She don’t understand that it’s my probation officer who’s trippin

All she cared about was getting weed and fucking true religion

Had me in the kitchen every night grinding on a mission

Now all of a sudden, it’s like you should of had a job

But she was the getaway driver every time I went to rob

I get super paranoid anytime that I hear a door knock

Scared to death that my house is surrounded by dork cops

Even if I change states, I’ll just end up extradited later

Plus it would be extra hard, for me to get to the paper

I don’t trust my neighbors they ask for too many favors

I feel like they got cameras tucked inside there newspaper

My mother is stressed because I had to replace her door

The cops left her house looking like a looted store

And it’s all my fault, my dumb decisions that Ive brought

If you don’t hear from me again, then they got me locked in a vault

I’ll never tell so im definitely one day going to my cell

Time to try to save some money for my high ass bail