Run away (feat. Frosky & Frosky)
All my young niggas they ride round wit blicks
I gave shawty money and I know she still gone trip
40 on my side just know that you could get spliffed
Me and froskey sit around talk about the shit
That we done did
Huhhh
Get up and go get it
Go get rich huh
You ain't gone get while you sittin down
I ain't been broke it's been ah minute now
We on they top we on they fitteds now
Yooo yo me and froskey the voice of the trenches
And my young niggas is out here steppin
No cap
Thinkin bout them times when I was broke and I ain't have it
Shoot outs in the city
Where I'm from it gets traumatic
All my young Niggas spinning everyday that shit ah habit
When I touched ah couple bands I aint spend it
I just stacked it
We was moving tactic
All the problems moving past it
All the drugs numb the sad shit
Wit the things I was coping wit
I'm tryna get over it
If I got some drink I'm pouring it
They don't know about the pain I just keep it all inside me
Everybody wanna name but I ain't worry bout who ride for me
Rolling up ah 3.5 inna backwood for anxiety
Whole 30 inna clip incase ah nigga tryna start wit me
All I gave was honesty
Conversation up to god like what he got for me
I'm just tryna put myself inna place where I need to be
Tryna get this money for the love ones that depend on me
Neal came home everybody showed him love
But we been thru some shit we had to sweep under the rug
I'm talkin violence
Niggas couldn't stay silent
This off the dome no I don't write
Lookin at my bitch cus she the finest
Patek on my wrist this shit is timeless
I keep goons around so I ain't fighting
I keep glocks around that shit is frightening
She wanted to end it
IM LIKE HELL NAH BITCH
And you know I keep my stick
All my Niggas they stay blicked up
We hop out then he tripped up
Niggas be typing that shit on insta
But that lame shit I ain't in ta
Bitches be fake they not inna real stuff
All my young niggas they ride round wit blicks
I gave shawty money and I know she still gone trip
40 on my side just know that you could get spliffed
Me and froskey sit around talk about the shit
That we done did
Huhhh
Get up and go get it
Go get rich huh
You ain't gone get while you sittin down
I ain't been broke it's been ah minute now
We on they too we on they fitteds now
I gave shawty money and I know she still gone trip
40 on my side just know that you could get spliffed
Me and froskey sit around talk about the shit
That we done did
Huhhh
Get up and go get it
Go get rich huh
You ain't gone get while you sittin down
I ain't been broke it's been ah minute now
We on they top we on they fitteds now
Yooo yo me and froskey the voice of the trenches
And my young niggas is out here steppin
No cap
Thinkin bout them times when I was broke and I ain't have it
Shoot outs in the city
Where I'm from it gets traumatic
All my young Niggas spinning everyday that shit ah habit
When I touched ah couple bands I aint spend it
I just stacked it
We was moving tactic
All the problems moving past it
All the drugs numb the sad shit
Wit the things I was coping wit
I'm tryna get over it
If I got some drink I'm pouring it
They don't know about the pain I just keep it all inside me
Everybody wanna name but I ain't worry bout who ride for me
Rolling up ah 3.5 inna backwood for anxiety
Whole 30 inna clip incase ah nigga tryna start wit me
All I gave was honesty
Conversation up to god like what he got for me
I'm just tryna put myself inna place where I need to be
Tryna get this money for the love ones that depend on me
Neal came home everybody showed him love
But we been thru some shit we had to sweep under the rug
I'm talkin violence
Niggas couldn't stay silent
This off the dome no I don't write
Lookin at my bitch cus she the finest
Patek on my wrist this shit is timeless
I keep goons around so I ain't fighting
I keep glocks around that shit is frightening
She wanted to end it
IM LIKE HELL NAH BITCH
And you know I keep my stick
All my Niggas they stay blicked up
We hop out then he tripped up
Niggas be typing that shit on insta
But that lame shit I ain't in ta
Bitches be fake they not inna real stuff
All my young niggas they ride round wit blicks
I gave shawty money and I know she still gone trip
40 on my side just know that you could get spliffed
Me and froskey sit around talk about the shit
That we done did
Huhhh
Get up and go get it
Go get rich huh
You ain't gone get while you sittin down
I ain't been broke it's been ah minute now
We on they too we on they fitteds now
Credits
Writer(s): Sham Ebk
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