2min (feat. Vera) - Phlake

Catch me somewhere on the east side Mobbin' with my niggaz Morning train rides dreaming of the sweet life I need higher figures A wise man once told me I can fly If I pull the trigger Up on cold nights drinking warm champagne Thinking of how it all could change I need my top down, feet up 911, 2-seater Me and my mamacita, mamacita, mamacita Picture me, rollin' burnt out, all in I got the Keyz to the game I put that shit all on my name I put that shit all on the truth I lay it all down in the booth No talking just plotting the moves And let that shit do what it do And don't you let it get confused Don't forget I paid my dues Tell the news tell the news I'm running late it's overdue Started from the dirt I had a lot of hurt And felt a lot of pain for all it's worth Sacrificed a lot of nights on dollar slices Still ain't fill the appetite I heard Echo in my dome when studio was home I hid it from my girl and friends at work Never let myself forget it 2 minutes left I gotta get it I'm on a speeding bullet aimed right at my fears Tainted shades on but the vision crystal clear Been on this road for too long I ain't stopping here 2 minute drill I got my back against the wall without a care In the red zone with my shades on, vision clear Been on this road for so long I ain't stopping here 2 minute drill

If you wanna' dance for me Dance for me, Dance. If you wanna' Lie for me Lie for me, Lie. If you wanna run from me Run from me, run from me Go run for me, go run.