Woke up at the motor inn I was feeling sick

Living on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins

I need a fix, I need a front

I need a new approach, a new approach



I'm boosting good at the record store

A carton of smokes stolen credit cards

The hustle weighs a ton the daily tolls

Too much everything is hurry up and wait



Everything I get goes to the man

My life gets wasted in a bag

Had to cop on the street this alley's hot saw

The goons made the switch, here comes the squad



Started chasing us we kept on running

We never really got away, we kept on running

We never really got away

You never get away