Runaway Slave

Hook: I'm gone get us out the jam I put that shit on my mans Gotta get us off the land Odds against me I don't give a damn I'm gone get us out the jam I put that shit on my mans Gotta get us off the land Odds against me I don't give a damn Verse One: Martin at the DMV Had to start from scratch Use to throw 5 to the bag Know my homie gone match Might still be a stat Kinda hard to dodge the facts Caterpillar broke out the shell Butterfly's so hard to catch I just came to provide the vibe I know you tired of that 9 to 5 I know you trying cuz you gotta provide At the end of the day you just tryna survive All these scars on my body Each one gotta a story Better start wearing condoms B4 you end up on Maury Better choose love wisely B4 you end up like Horry 7 rings. Wedding rings. 6 kids and they all 17 Somewhere reminiscing bout ya dreams Child support done took everything So much of the world that you still never seen Thought Nick Cannon said that; Love don't cost a thing Drinking and doing drugs; now yo ass is a fein Cold blooded game predicated by the green Ever asked yourself what it all really mean? Boy you could've been Mike but fucked Billie Jean And If he from the Chi? He prolly got a gun And if you ain't strapped. You probably better run Von Vuai on the beat. Big Relle on the drums Lyrically Lauryn Hill. Sisters Act II. You don't want none One thing about me. I be stating facts My dentist keep asking why I want the plaques? Tired of being humble. Them other niggas wack Its like I got on Jordan's. And they all wearing Shaq's Hook: I'm gone get us out the jam I put that shit on my mans Gotta get us off the land Odds against me I don't give a damn I'm gone get us out the jam I put that shit on my mans Gotta get us off the land Odds against me I don't give a damn Verse two: Posing in pictures in with niggas that may not be above ground to say cheese next time around It take a lot to keep me sane, I miss my dude Maybe I'll see you next lifetime, Miss Badu And I vow to hold you down. Hold you down Hold you down. Hold you down The way you held me down for years I'm holding back my tears while I'm gripping on this cup I can hardly stand up and I still ain't had enough Got this pistol to my brain I'm just tryna kill the pain I can hear you call my name every single time it rain I'm gone get up off this bench. I'm gone get inside this game I'm gone get us out this jam. And I put that on our name I don't even need a signal I'm gone stay inside my lane I'm gone spit this shit like HOV I'm gone make these moves like Dame Put these words all on this track Put my soul all on this train Rest in peace to Don Cornelius I'm gone gone go out with a Bang