Verse
I gotta fake ID and a check list.
It goes never meet a girl on Craig's List.
And never spend your money on a necklace.
3 square meals, homie gotta have breakfast.
Real shit, she be payin' for the date.
I be on my Will Smith, Enemy of State.
Keep my friends close, keep my enemies away.
And if they all repellin', uh, they so jealous.
Imma do shit that just piss them off
Say you never heard me it's your loss.
They bitin' on my freestyles.
I know it's hard to give you everything you want from me,
When I'm running on empty.
(I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin')
I know it's hard to be the type of dude you wanna be,
'Cause your girlfriend wanted me.
(Where she want it though?)