Tekst:
woke up at the motor inn I was feelin sick livin on cottons everyday gutter hype with no veins i need a fix i need a front i need a new approach a new approach i'm boostin good at the record store a carton of smokes stolen credit cards the hustle weighs a ton the daily tolls too much everything is hurry up and wait everything i get goes to the man my life gets wasted in a bag had to cop on the street this alley's hot saw the goons made the switch here comes the squad started chasing us we kept on runnin we never really got away we kept on runnin we never really got away you never get away
