On the Run lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Uh
Know what I'm sayin'? (Pimpire)
Pimpstead, n*gga (This sh*t forever, n*gga)
All my n*ggas on the run
Yo

[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Uh, yeah
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Yeah, I'm second to none
I kept a gun, but I need an extra one

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Sterling chopper and an F1, uh
Sterling chopper and an F1
Word to Reverend Run
I pray there's a Heaven for thugs and they let us up
Iceberg sweaters when your lettuce up
Everything the big homie said registered
But we still lift the register
Case in point, before we take a coin, first case the joint
Catch him up early with a cup of Taster's Choice
Duct tape his face, he ain't make noise
Can't make the neighbors annoyed
If so, I'm taking off forty gangster points, playboy
Prada ostrich slides, I was ostracized
Hiding from the 5 and the blockers, but I'm not c*ckeyed
Cops spied with robins in the skies
My face live on Fox 5, it's safe to say I'm— (Damn)
Uh, did my share of dirt, I'm just sharing my hurt
Know you heard I got fancy footwork, I been turnt
I ain't just pop up with work out the woodwork
I'm good with turning paper, you heard? I'm a bookworm
Uh, yeah
Chases at high speed, fake IDs
Last of a dying breed
Whoever got beef, we grind meat with the canine teeth
Could never walk a straight line, baby, that's just not me
Uh, I'm on the—
[Chorus: Roc Marciano]
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Yeah, I'm second to none
I kept a gun, but I need an extra one
Uh, I'm on the—
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Forever on the run, forever on the run
Yeah, I'm second to none
I kept a gun, but I need an extra one

[Verse 2: Jay Worthy]
Check it out
On the run like a snotty nose kid, I ducked a bid
She went brazy when I slid in her ribs, started to trip
Had the D's go run in my brib looking for John
b*tch said I had a hundred in cash, but it was gone
Devil ho, you will never catch P, n*gga, I'm gone
Used to make her catch dates in the street until the morn'
How the f*ck you gon' turn on me? You smoking dust?
I took care of that b*tch-ass kid, your only son
Stopped f*ckin' all my hoes by thirty, I ain't the one
You gon' understand this pimpin' is real and ain't no love
Slipped up, started f*ckin' on Susan, pus*y was good
Plus I know her ass need me, she really like from the hood
But all b*tches be the same, you ain't know that, kid?
That's why I be by my lonely and don't trust no b*tch
That's why I'm still sippin' only, hangin' out on Fig
It's Worth