Really Rare - Outta Time

Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Went into the bank, had my pistol tucked
Told the teller give me all the money or you're fucked
Bitch this ain't a fucking joke, fuck around get smoked
Give all the fucking money that you have, I can't be broke
Then I pistol-whipped the bitch, think its time to just get rich
Then I walked outside the door and started shooting at the pigs
Shots started ringing like a phone call ringing
Smoke is what I'm bringing, pop pop
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Oh shit, I'm finna die so I ducked behind some cover
It's too late to save my life, there ain't no peace for an evil fucker
So I had to really think, this is my chance to escape
Had to go and make some money moves, I walked into the bank
There's got to be a back door or a fire escape
Anything to get away from the twelve and the Jake
So I saw a little window, but I think it's bulletproof
Thank god this the day I wore steel-toe boots
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Time to close the door and lock them motherfuckers up
Saw a wooden table with some legs, broke that into chunks
Grab one of the legs that broke off put in the bars
Then all of a sudden I started hearing a bunch of cars
But I ain't scared motherfucker, no never in my life
So I got up out the window that I just passed by
And I grabbed another desk from around the corner
Stood on it kicked the window out and I'm a goner
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
So I made it to the alley, I thought I was good
Ain't no die packs on me, ain't no ink up in my hood
And they didn't see my face, so I thought that it was great, finally a break
I can put some fucking food up on my plate
Looking for my car, where the fuck did I park
I'm hearing echoes of a bark, about to pass out seeing stars
All I'm hearing is the sirens and they really not far
I think I fucked up now all I see is a brick wall, damn
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but you can't hide
Grip a gun
We're running out of time
You can run but you can't hide

Written by:
Zachary Lehman

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