Runaway

Yeah
Yeah
Hey!
Okay

Now I done told y'all I ain't gotta front
But good fellas tryna be goodfellas
And no smoke but Imma keep it blunt
And if the shoe fits, Cinderella
Aye
I know some niggas tryna runaway
Yeah. Runaway from that nigga in the glass
Yo, I know some niggas tryna runaway
Yeah... runaway from that nigga in the glass

People dig the flow cuz they know they certain
I write raps that wrap around your mind like a turban
Mama goes to work and gives you things you not deservin
Just so you can claim the hood knowing you suburban
Magic and Kyrie, it's tragic and frightening
You rapping for the fame and the looks, I see
I do so for niggas that look like me
Like wait, there's no energy. Zero pedigree
You call yourself a black Beatle? Nah nigga let it be. Petty me
All them mainey rhymes you writing, man that's just some lead to me
You think you rock, but I'm sedimentary, uhhh
I can give a fuck about your money, the logo on your shirt
My nigga keep it pushin' like you giving birth, yeah
You niggas fake to me. Sweeter than a bakery
And you can come and see me if you feel some type of bravery
Yeah

Now I done told y'all I ain't gotta front
But good fellas tryna be goodfellas
And no smoke but Imma keep it blunt
And if the shoe fits, Cinderella
Aye
I know some niggas tryna runaway
Yeah. Runaway from that nigga in the glass
Yo, I know some niggas tryna runaway
Yeah... runaway from that nigga in the glass

I know some niggas tryna runaway, runaway
I know some niggas tried to runaway, runaway
I know some niggas tried to runaway, runaway
I know some niggas tryna runaway
I know some niggas tryna runaway, runaway
I know some niggas tried to runaway, runaway
I know some niggas tried to runaway, runaway
I know some niggas tryna runaway

Uh
Uh, Porsche stick shift, I prefer that type of car
You the typa dude with no money at the bar
I hang out with stars, better yet in space
Gotta keep it movin' I ain't got no time to waste, uh
Where you from? What's your name? What's your status?
Pockets on E but you claim you living lavish
But it's cool. See right through you
IG famous but in real life, who you?
If you were on stage guaranteed they'll boo you
I be in the back. Nod my head like do you
Can't front on niggas that knew you when
Can't front on niggas that knew you when
There are guys who are thugs and boys who are not those
Acting like they hard posing like some vatos
Knowing damn well you ain't even bought those
Lying through your mouth. When will it stop? Only God knows

Now I done told y'all I ain't gotta front
But good fellas tryna be goodfellas
And no smoke but Imma keep it blunt
And if the shoe fits, Cinderella
Aye
I know some niggas tryna runaway
Yeah. Runaway from that nigga in the glass
Yo, I know some niggas tryna runaway
Yeah... runaway from that nigga in the glass

Aye. Aye. Aye
Aye yeah yeah yeah
Aye yeah aye yeah ye-uh
Aye.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Aye
Okay
Proletariat, Cadillac-steering it
Do it for the bay and all my Liberians
Hey, Proletariat, Cadillac-steering it
I do it for the bay and all my Liberians



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Ndama
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