text: Damn, I tried to stop, oh 
  Baby
  Baby , baby 
  Baby 
  Baby
  Ha 
  Baby, Ive been on the run 
  But I would never run from your love
  If you feel on my dick , theres a gun 
  Not right there, just a little above 
  I value my relationship, its forever
  But Ive been cheatin on the drugs 
  Broke up with codeine, need a new plug 
  And them hot rod pockets I need two of em 
  Huh, lean 
  Put Biscotti in my lungs
  Im smokin green
  Chopper on me, I dont talk, I just up the beam 
  Huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave 
  I aint leave a clue on the scene 
  Close range so I got blood on my jeans 
  Saints Row cup, aint no red in my lean 
  Bank rolled up, I been swimmin in green 
  Still the blue face king
  Benjamin Franklin come dirty and clean 
  I know my haters hate to see me succeed 
  When they get the chance theyll end up murderin me 
  This shit got me laughin, ha-ha 
  Kel-Tec get to rappin, gra gra
  Fuck nigga, Im yo father
  Dont matter if you older
  They say age is just a number
  If thats the case Im way older
  Than who? These niggas 
  And these bitches that think that they get it 
  For a backstage pass she can suck a dick, bitch 
  I got a bitch better, get you a ticket 
  Walk through the night with my gun like a creep
  But my shirt Maison Martin, my shoes double C
  I dont know what its gonna take you to believe
  I aint goin nowhere, I aint gon leave you 
  I aint goin nowhere, I aint gon leave you
  You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
  Baby, Ive been on the run 
  But I would never run from your love
  If you feel on my dick, theres a gun 
  Not right there, just a little above 
  I value my relationship, its forever 
  But Ive been cheatin on the drugs 
  Broke up with codeine, need a new plug 
  And them hot rod pockets I need two of em 
  Huh, lean
  Put Biscotti in my lungs
  Im smokin green
  Chopper on me, I dont talk, I just up the beam
  Huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave 
  I aint leave a clue on the scene 
  Close range so I got blood on my jeans 
  Turned into a murder scene
  Sippin codeine while Im flown on a bean
  Took some morphine but dont call me a fiend 
  I aint no bastard, my daddy a king 
  Wu-Tang, we chasin the C.R.E.A.M
  Dont be a fool, it aint not what it seems 
  Ate a dissolve, it will flow through your stream 
  Its a guitar, let me play the strings 
  I was at the bus stop, now I got a Bentley truck, Lamb truck, Rolls Royce keys 
  A driveway, a parking lot, uh-uh
  Acres and acres, entire countries 
  Finally got some paper, Im paying my fees 
  Young Gunna, Wunna, keep a trick up my sleeve 
  She like my persona, she dont want me to leave 
  Keepin it a hundred every day when you need 
  She said Boy, I love you and I pray you dont leave me 
  I aint goin nowhere, I aint gon leave you
  I aint goin nowhere, I aint gon leave you 
  I aint goin nowhere, I aint gon leave you
  You stuck with me, apologies for my fuckery
  Baby, Ive been on the run 
  But I would never run from your love 
  If you feel on my dick, theres a gun 
  Not right there, just a little above 
  I value my relationship, its forever 
  But Ive been cheatin on the drugs 
  Broke up with codeine, need a new plug 
  And them hot rod pockets I need two of em 
  Huh, lean
  Put Biscotti in my lungs
  Im smokin green
  Chopper on me, I dont talk, I just up the beam 
  Huh, let my gun bust a nut then leave 
  I aint leave a clue on the scene 
  Close range so I got blood on my jeans