Runnin' From The 5

Man after all the shit I've been through This is one incident Punk police tryin' to take me down Man f*ck the five-O Haha! You already know! Man I've been runnin' for a minute From my PO and he's trippin Man I barely even checked in Dawg I'm slippin' f*ck it I need some wheels So I pull a lick and now I'm dippin An old school bucket is what I steal So I can make some bills Keep truckin' for real A lot of consumption of alcohol Drugs and fuckin' different women On different occasions No need for assumptions I am the product of corruption Blazin' cuz I'm always lit And prescribed by my doctor bitch I'm swangin' and bangin' this stolen whip As soon as I parked and got out of it The pigs swarmed the car like flies on shit But I'm too legit to quit Plus I'm too quick And good thing I was somewhat fit Shit I'm bout to dip The homie Cass came through with his bitch Should have known right then That I was fuckin hit From the feeling in my stomach Should have made a better judgment Two days later I didn't even see it comin And now, and now I'm running son I don't know why, I don't know I'm runnin' from myself and the five Runnin' from myself and the five I hit the block at 2100 south and state In the lake ya boy is feelin' great Sippin' grapes scrapin' sideways Right here in that fuckin' Mormon state Yea that's right, Utah but I call it the lake But wait wait wait Somethin' wasn't right Started feelin' gassed up A slight smell of bacon, coffee, and some donuts So I stepped up Goin' back to the crib and suddenly It felt like I got stabbed, with lightning Right in my forehead they tried to tayze me to the ground A little dazed but not down Cuz I pulled that prong out! Ouch! Was able to dip out Locked that door to my house My homies bitch is on the couch Askin' what was that about? Please don't start this shit right now I know I'm goin' back to fuckin' jail This time it's gon be long as hell So we just started smokin' tough They had had enough Mr. Miles just give it up Surrounded head poundin They just started countin Not makin' a sound then Blood flowin' like fountains I'm bleedin' and fiendin My dope is depleting No rhyme or no reason That shit's out of season I'm sayin' goodbye to the block for a sec Just to go do more time Ain't takin' a fine Not either parole or probation Extended vacation I'll see you guys later I don't know why, I don't know I'm runnin' from myself and the five Runnin' from myself and the five Not many people be reppin' the lake these days Matter of fact I know three and that's Me, Peezy and Damez Just got out smokin' on them paper planes Man I swear to God this year I'm goin' fuckin' insane Yea, you already know Meqanix