Runnin'

Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny If you got it, I'm gone take it If you're in it, you're coming with me Bench warmers, get no playing time No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car Blowing horns like Miles Davis At the pearly gate, God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN I know I got more sins than two lesbians Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans But I'm running like New York pedestrians Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again It's funny how niggas be the best of friends And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man One of my niggas in the grave the other one in the pen She fucking my enemies inside my homeboys Benz Now she begging God's mercy cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jayceon that rock the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient, true story Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny If you got it, I'm gone take it If you're in it, you're coming with me Bench warmers, get no playing time No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm running If I catch a murder one nigga I'm running Homicide come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on running I ain't Nelly but my Desert Eagle's on girl Just dropped bail traveling the world When I sign my deal I said fuck jail I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil This shit real fuck an appeal D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill Sling dope sling crack and them E pills That's why I'm on the low like a damn navy seal, I'm running Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny If you got it, I'm gone take it If you're in it, you're coming with me Bench warmers, get no playing time No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running Cause I gotta pack them shows And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold So I gotta get my album in place My G-Unit features, my Eminem sixteens, my Dr. Dre beats And it was two years from today when I started rhyming And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me Niggas threatening my life like it's hard to find me See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis My mom said I'm hard head, I don't follow the rules Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot And niggas trying to gun me down in the rim shop Cause I just want the same recognition that the Crips got They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop Make your chest move, Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool Jimmy Iovine was the best move Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny If you got it, I'm gone take it If you're in it, you're coming with me Bench warmers, get no playing time No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running