Under your hands we are your slaves
The weaker ones will always pay
You know that, you f**ker
But I ain't that kind of s**er
I'm on my run
Under the hot sun
Yeah thats how it goes when you play with lives
Come on b**h taste the knife
Because some can take your unfair rules
But I'm a loony and they are fools
I'm on my run
Under the hot sun
Under your hands we are your slaves
The weaker ones will always pay
You know that, you f**ker
But I ain't that kind of s**er
I'm on my run
Could k** you just for fun