Lil Cuete - Running Out Of Time

{intro}
Hah lil cuete
Still at it
Keep dropping the heat you know
And especially now that i’m out
These motherfuckers trying to get me even more
This shit it’ll never fucking stop till i drop
Walk with me

{verse 1: lil cuete}
I guess you’ll fucking
On how i keep my feet on the ground
And you could hate me if you want to
But i’ll still be around
There ain't no future in a front
So i get mine legit
I made a couple records
Now i’m stacking a grip
Finally made some money
But i’m still from the walk
And i thought i told you ese
This locote won’t stop
You can doubt me if you want to
But i still will prevail
Cause i was taught to never give up
And die before i fail
Succeed in every mission
Or do the best i can
That’s probably why i’ll die
With my nine in my hand
Pulling back the trigger
Till my enemy gets hit
I got a fully loaded clip
And every bullet sounding sick
You can label me a soldier
Thats ready for death
And i’ll keep taking whats mine
Till there ain't nothin left
I put my heart and soul
And blood and sweat into this
They call me little cuete
Cause i never fucking miss

{chorus}
Feels like i’m running (runnin)
Running out of time (time)
Coming out gunning (gunnin)
Gotta put it down for mine
I’m trying to live lavish (lavish)
Trying to get that dough (dough)
Getting high like everyday
Live it up cause i might die tomorrow

{verse 2: knightowl}
The fucking streets
Be surrounded by corruption
Through out the block
I gotta bring out that ass destruction
Paranoia starts to set
All opponents crumble
You sure you bitches want to rumble?
Go ahead and make your fucking move
You little fagot
You’ll end up sleeping with the fish
And with the maggots
It’s fools like you
That’ll give the game a bad name
Stop the yapping punk bitches
You don’t claim
You best to keep it on the low
With all of them rappers
You bunch of toothface hippo lipsmackers bounce it off with guns
Like shit be reality
You’re only asking for an industry fatality
I keep it gangsta
So the streets fucking love me
And got a whole lot of bitches thinking of me
So best to learn before the fire starts cracking
Mr. knightowl doesn’t play
Forever packing

{chorus}
Feels like i’m running (runnin)
Running out of time (time)
Coming out gunning (gunnin)
Gotta put it down for mine
I’m trying to live lavish (lavish)
Trying to get that dough (dough)
Getting high like everyday
Live it up cause i might die tomorrow

{verse 3: lil cuete}
Too many try to hate me
So i trust myself
Cause when it comes to me & rapping
I don’t trust no one else
I know my enemies
Want to see me die
Cause i ride on their homies
Everyday and every night
Putting in work
Is what real g's do
You say you don’t like me
Shit i don’t like you
What you got to show
For that wackass rap
You got no room to talk
You’re just a rapper with no contract
I know that you wanna be like me
Even if you say you’re not
Its plain to see
You’re hating on me
Cause all of the things that i’ve got
And even though you don’t admit
It’s the things that you want
Come and take my life
If you think that you’re sick
I gurantee you’re chest
Can hold my whole clip
Don’t think that i’ll miss
Cause my aim is direct
Its the one and only lil cuete
What did you expect

{chorus}
Feels like i’m running (runnin)
Running out of time (time)
Coming out gunning (gunnin)
Gotta put it down for mine
I’m trying to live lavish (lavish)
Trying to get that dough (dough)
Getting high like everyday
Live it up cause i might die tomorrow

{outro}
Thats right
I might die a mothafucking morrow
But i’m living for today
So don’t get in my mothafucking way
Lil cuete and i’m out