Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me

June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja Vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

And why should I spend time running for my life? And when the skies are open, we'll still be singing this I know they're coming for me, we're not the pitchfork kids Ooh, ooh, it's the loneliest life that we live Ooh, ooh, we're not running with the

Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this Runnin' millions until my legs out Wheelchair

If you wanna know why {why I live my life} The way that I do {cause I got to get this money} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A message to God Since you finishin em early, what

Blood is on your hands The wages of sin From the other side of the grave Why can I see blood on your hands? Their darkness has defeated you Your lifeline running backwards Remember, sins of our fathers A requiem, for the countless dead Future's eyes

I'm about to lose my mind You’ve been gone for so long, I’m runnin' outta time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life I told the world one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that

If you wonder why (why I live my life) The way that I do ('cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin' everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A

Supplies are running low Starvation now awaits We have held out for months All is lost now! Show no fear now! Outside the walls An army awaits But in these halls We feel safe