Running Away E

Yo, mummy wanted a lawyer, daddy wanted a striker. Cuzzie Buck was a shotter, money made him a Rider. Already swam me, that's minor, till they made Him a lifer. Thirty-four when they caught him, now He a straight thirty-fiver. Hand on nappers like Hyper, been in the ghetto With Smiler. Grew with Killa and Cody, know how To load up my lighter. Can't forget about Zuma, Helped me out of this dunya. Half my brothers are kuffar, but I treat them Like mukhtar. Man, I know that it's fitna, and This life ain't proper. Materials got me risking my life as a shotter. Got me sliding in copper, got me piping my Chopper. Rise it up, knock 'em out, Anthony Joshua. And I'm whipping that cane, there's a brick on The tape. Feel like Scarface, the fury of that Sniff on his face. Fifth of the rave, I'm Different to Blaze. Mizz on the gauge, it will Feel like a brick at your face. Big sporty, I don't play, pussy nigga, I'm made. Big forty, don't play, pussy, sit in your lane. I dipped in the game, now everything's different From me. I get food in for cheaper, and I'll sizzle your frame, it's mad. Twenty-five bars in and I've riddled the track. Reminiscing on the days I was killing the trap. Now I'm feeling the rap. Had to sit on my fat ass, kick back, Write bars, and bill up batch. Running away from this pain. On the run, on the run, on the run. I'm losing myself in this maze. And I'm done and I'm done and I'm done. But I can't get out. Can't get out. Trapped in the cycle life of a sinner. Talk about the streets 'cause that's all that we Know. How I'ma rap about summer when all I Know is snow? Connected to the mob, now my Ties ain't bold. Niggas sold me a dream, All them lies that they told. Elders told me, "Don't let them niggas disrespect You." Really what they shoulda said is, "Young'un, Get dough." 'Cause when you got your P's up, Nobody gonna test you. Now I'm with my young bulls making that bro. Motivated by the days when I only had crumbs. Bro was on the wing, every other day he Got spun. Mummy used to only hear my name Up in badness. Just told her that your son's On Radio 1. My nigga run around, he's still making those runs. Something gotta give, man, a change gon' come. But the sun can't shine before the rain all Done. I guess that only happen when the rainbows Come. I'm in the concrete jungle where the pain Just runs. I try and make salat, but keep Faith in my guns. Drugs in my veins 'cause The pain's so numb. Residue in my nails, see the grind in my Thumbs. South West London where we ray those drums. In steel pans beat for that cane in lungs. M to the face, yeah, I flame my lungs. I raise my machine like you raise your son. I'm running away from this pain. On the run, on the run, on the run. I'm losing myself in this maze. And I'm done and I'm done and I'm done. But I can't get out. Can't get out. Abelino. Trapped in the cycle life of a sinner. I had a vision, the time has been kinda Blurred. Punchlines that'll beat the system until it No longer works. Marathons ain't for sprinters, They won't last the distance. Notice the difference, Them man went from fucking bitches to riding birds. Such a vicious cycle, it hurts, I feel your Pain, my G. So we out here pouring liquor In the rain, my G. Still I'm in the Club doing my ting, they ain't the same as Me. It hurts their pockets, them man, they're Copping that champagne painfully. Basically, you man basic. You're chasing bitches, I'm chasing dreams like I'm Racing sleep. So much stress, I'm screaming, "Fuck The world" anally. I'm in the hood, you man Should know where I be at. More time when I'm on the road, I'm licking Shots in a Fiat. But when we pull up To the party, they like, "Whoa, do you see That?" Is it a plane? Is it a bird? No, it's me, it's Mo and his G. Man, I hope I can offer hope 'cause you Need that in this society. Free the mandem is irony, free the mandem is Irony. Look outside and see sirens scream. I ain't got a license, they've already licensed me. It's like them youngers do anything for designer Jeans. Ain't no I in team, you get bodied Together, sire means. Sell or buy a dream, it's fucked either way. Plot that I was able, started dealing Caine. Me and my brother went double dragon on these Streets of rage. Crime pays till you pay for It, least it pays. Run away, run away. running away from this pain. On the run, on the run, on the run. I'm losing myself in this maze. And I'm done and I'm done and I'm done. But I can't get out. Can't get out. Trapped in the cycle life of a sinner