On the Run - Dom Kennedy

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Look

I come from the land of the scandalous, yea

I come from the land of bad habits, yea

Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun

Back then they thought we wouldn’t see 21

Look like we ran past it in a automatic

We don’t take any chances, blowing any static

I made her do a trick, real acrobatic

Act innocent but she freak status

Yea, OPM about to blow

And I’m rocking cut and sew, if she a ho then she a ho

I can’t be crying 'bout that, I ain’t lying 'bout that

This the scene in the movie where the mob strike back

We got black fedora hats and black and grey tats

Shop on Fairfax and eat breakfast at Jacks, yea

To me, it’s the Westside over everything

I’m up at six in the morning like Ice T

Counting cash, living fast

Ski mask, a hundred racks

Body bags, blue rags

Red rags, LA hats

I come from the land of the scandalous, yea

I come from the land of bad habits, yea

Gang signs, weed smoke, hit 'em up for fun

Back then they thought we wouldn’t see 21

Yea

Look how we made it official

New car every 12 months, I buy it with my residuals

I’m on La Brea at the light playing Spice 1

I bet on my niggas when we had nothing

Them Motorola pagers, now we major players

Been having meetings in skyscrapers

I’m 'bout paper, love, and great memories

And great sex I want a hundred G’s

If it’s good throw it up, light it, take a puff

Helicopter out, another nigga on the run

Driving home late night, got my eyes low

When I look to the right, I see five-0

Make this quick left, yea it’s time to go

It’s weed in the trunk, they could get us both

Military Jordans, they my favorite pair

It hurt to see my homie in a wheelchair

Counting cash, living fast

Ski mask, a hundred racks

Body bags, blue rags

Red rags, LA hats