Boldy James - Runnin' From the Police lyrics

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Boldy James - Runnin' From the Police lyrics

[Intro] Getting to old for this sh** Running from the police OG said "go get a job" Running from the police You can't spend your whole life Running from the police Concreatures sh** [Verse 1] Cause it's maximum prison if I get caught with this package of Skittles This for all my critters on the block with that mag on their britches That be feeling like them cops with the badge is against them Fresh out, released, go back in the system When they get out the police go back where they flicked them Six mob the street where the traffic be clicking So them jump out boys stay ha**ling n***as Grabbing their pistols yelling, "Freeze! Don't move!" While you standing there looking, thinking please don't shoot Either this booking's got to plead to a duece Or beat him on foot, I'd rather flee and allude And leave him in the dust, hit the gate, threw the Glock Thinking that I must get away and not get caught You can catch me if you can like the gingerbread man Hit a b**h, trying to catch my second wind Still running from the police [Hook] Cause my license is spun All my n***as living life on the run Still running from the police Cause we got felony 1's And we can never get our record expunged So we running from the police Mag and my uncle dodgers playing laser tag cops and robbers Still running from the police And Helicopters We running from the police Here come the coppers We running from the police [Verse 2] Kept the burner had to throw the set Wanted for triple murder and I ain't going back When I get nervous, I co*k the .40 back It's the delivery man, but I ain't order that It's out of my hands, I'm just a quarterback Where I'm from, 52 grams will get you 40 flat I write raps for n***as who write back Doing life max, running laps on the back ??? Got sidetracked, tried sidestep Made a side bet and the dice crapped It's like that Concreatures right back, with lead What the f** you said? I'll be right back Then holler you down, Jay holler they style Put you b**hes to bed, no nightcap My metro wiretapped On the low from the feds like my dawg Black Running from police