Uh Know what I'm sayin'? (Pimpire) Pimpstead, nigga (This shit forever, nigga) All my niggas on the run Yo 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 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 cockeyed 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 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 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 Bitch said I had a hundred in cash, but it was gone Devil ho, you will never catch P, nigga, I'm gone Used to make her catch dates in the street until the morn' How the fuck you gon' turn on me? You smoking dust? I took care of that bitch-ass kid, your only son Stopped fuckin' 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 fuckin' on Susan, pussy was good Plus I know her ass need me, she really like from the hood But all bitches be the same, you ain't know that, kid? That's why I be by my lonely and don't trust no bitch That's why I'm still sippin' only, hangin' out on Fig It's Worth