[chorus]
I'm running out of time!
Man i can't wait for time to run out and expire
Man i want to go to heaven but i keep on seeing fire
Days getting shorter move from keys back down to quarters
Packing up my shit i'm about to move to new orleans
I'm running out of time
[verse]
I don't know my people but i'm running out of time
I don't know my people but i'm losing my damn mind
The laws got me trapped i can't even face another case
The high speed chase, at a high speed rate
I'm running through the grass on the highways
Trying to make a smooth getaway and a clean escape
Best to leave - they're trying to pin me
And put me up in the penitentiary so far that my family can't even find me
[?] running out of time laws trying to catch me [?]
Over these shots from a glock 9 folks doing fed time
My life is on the line i'm racing down i-10 trying to get to new orleans
But the helicopters are swarming man i'm' at the short end of the stick
Trying to bust this key and make my profit
But the texas state going to stop it
The law enforcement got me surrounded, now my heart is pounding
The clock is counting, but the ? runnin'
[verse]
I put the squeeze on niggas people be passing out from what was handed
? the glock 9 my man be running like some bandits
I know they panic, plus when they see me i'm kinda gigantic
I got krunk back in the days of the damn titanic
I done lost control, all my senses are gone
And it seems like i've been running for too damn long
Maybe there's a way i can stop the world from spinning
The clock from ticking, if flea starts clicking
Shooting and spitting live rounds of ammo
And everyone around me will die real slow
Ever since i've been thinking i'm running out of my mind
Am i running with my 9 and running out time?
[chorus]
Man i can't wait for time to run out and expire
Man i want to go to heaven but i keep on seeing fire
Days getting shorter move from keys back down to quarters
Packing up my shit i'm about to move to new orleans
I'm running out of time
[verse]
I think it's time this entire nation feel the real wrath of expiration and revelation
Will i elevate or be seeing satan?
My death date might as well be tatted to my chest plate for heaven's sake
But i think it's too late to dedicate
My life always my my casket case, send me through my passageway
I fell on my fucking face trying to jump through the pearly gates
So i'll pray for one more chance to get my life straight
I'll obey all of the commandments and go the right way
Cause there's my fault. cause niggas couldn't take my punches
Knocking niggas unconscious, checking pockets for money
Now i'm paying the taxes for checking wallets and jackets
All them bodies that i packaged in them plastic caskets
Trying to avoid all them scores and them heartless tactics
But when you rollin' swingers you be target practice
Cause they got me scared straight, now dead is my life's fate
It's something i can't escape, the day that i'm dead weight