[Interlude]
It's all daddy's fault!
She'll not call me, I need my fuckin' spaces, bitch

[Verse 1: Na$tii]
I’m in your pocket pot of greed, just how it’s got to be
It ain’t no different than these doctors at these pharmacies
It ain’t addiction this is orchestrated policy
Ta-Talking visions of a future where the boot is not just stomping out our will to breathe
And I can speak it honestly
It doesn’t matter, middle finger to police, 2 warning shots and then we scatter
I believe we need a leader, y'all are happy with a master
When you shoot 'em my advice is eithеr stomach or the bladder
You bum ass little actors know you copy thе script
When that gun sounds it’ll separate the sharks from the shrimp
You come at any one of us and we gon' clap 'til you limp
Throw ya body in Styx all that I feel is contempt

[Chorus: Na$tii]
Shit, I must ask
Forrest why you run fast?
Forrest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab ?
Forrest why they saying that you stupid, front the whole class
They don’t know we always gon' be running
And they hate that you can run fast
[Verse 2: Na$tii]
Double up the bag and hit with the Vaseline
The mini pigs well never tag it slipping through security
Never picky but for drugs I need the purity
Never wrap it but can’t have another mouth to feed
Honestly its getting pretty cheap to pay the tweaker fee
I tell 'em place the burner right beneath the tank of gasoline
Blowing out the window screen remember smoking pounds of green
And sipping in the kitchen as we ashing in the fucking sink
Rick Moranis looking ass go find a kid to shrink
When you pull the trigger pay attention not to fucking blink
Shawty want a ring I gave her one at finger length
Y’all love to follow I’m afraid you lost the skill to think
They turned creator to consumer with that Kool Aid drink
When u run up ya margins theirs is larger shit so outta sync
And I was with ya girl the other week, she got some crazy kinks
Face don’t match the body, guess I’ll call that bitch a fucking sphinx

[Chorus: Na$tii] (x2)
Shit I must ask
Forrest why you run fast?
Forrest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab ?
Forrest why they saying that you stupid, front the whole class
They don’t know we always gon' be running
And they hate that you can run fast
[Verse 3: Istasha]
Cryptic as a Cicada when locked
Grasping my jaw
So pry it open; my mouth it appears vacated enough
Self worth of Tardigrade in a gutter
I got depleted the premium, eat it to be persuaded later
Run just overclock, the doc got prescriptions
Serving of mescaline resting upon the shelf in the shelter
Renew the print over counter
You wash
Chase it down gallons cattle broth
Hit the Clorox bottle bouncing off the tarmac
Got a full set rinse, all of my brushes set aside just ain’t the same fucking thing
All of my vices are mnemonic
I got that antigen again
Taste just like a can of paint
Second drop down in seconds
Stop to track it got no mentsu
Hand folding to stress like a diamond, Ace surveillance cellar (No saving)
Brain run in a mess like it’s 'Simon Says' with Hellen Keller (No Saving)

[Pre Chorus: Istasha]
Shit I must ask
Forest why you run fast?
Forest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab?
Forest why they saying that you’re stupid front he whole class?
They don’t know we always gon be running
And they hate that you can run fast
[Chorus: Na$tii]
Shit I must ask
Forest why you run fast?
Forest why you got all those prescriptions
From the drug lab ?
Forest why they saying that you stupid
Front the whole class
They don’t know we always gon be running
And they hate that you can run fast

[Verse 4: Auxxk]
Shit changin' like kids strange into shootin' like they ain't dangerous
Two faces, that shit is dangerous, too common to test my fingers
Press [?] and then load my chamber, my pocket is out of pocket
Should stop, but I feel belocked, this .40 might be a rocket, tick tock and your body rockin'
Ain't trustin' a fucking soul, they real but I'm Davy Crockett, they punchin' like [?]
I'm watchin' like "Who can blame 'em?"
Takes [?] how to rock it, bout out here like [?] rockin'
N***a don't try to play me, you'll end up a daily topic
[?] when they postin' nothing, just ridin' them toes up
Bitch I'mma be shootin' somethin'
They spiders, they fuckin' snakes, ain't nothin', no conversation
They hatin', I gotta fade 'em, stay [loafin'[?]] like I was Tatum
I burn 'em like I was Tatum, can't fuck with no imitation
Been burly, been with the shits, patience; that's nonexistent
I burn it, this ain't no stick, unless we talkin' the pistols
Why keep 'em, the chopsticks? [?] some fuckin' apostles

[Chorus: Na$tii] (x2)
Shit I must ask
Forrest why you run fast?
Forrest why you got all those prescriptions from the drug lab ?
Forrest why they saying that you stupid, front the whole class
They don’t know we always gon' be running
And they hate that you can run fast

[Interlude]
The cocaine that was being sold in those neighborhoods, uh, was coming from, mainly, one source. And it's being used to finance the Guerrilla war in Central America. The general idea of the CIA dealing drugs was something that the American mainstream press had never written about before, and that's why it prompted outrage

It's all daddy's fault! (x2)