Origin Story
Woah, taking them trips
I'm a long way from the block baby
I ain't a gangsta, but I ride right with my Glock, baby
I'm gettin' money, can't afford to have no opps, baby
These niggas' beefing, I'm just tryin' to get that guap, baby
No, I ain't sleeping with no bitch who I don't even feel
I'm tryin' to build a whole empire, yeah, I need something real
And every day I miss my niggas' that's up in the jail
I think Scooter lost his mind, addicted to them pills
Every day when I wake up, I'm thanking God for real
I never question him, but sometimes wonder why I'm here
I hope I'm living out my purpose, I ain't perfect, yeah
But every day when I wake up, I make it worth yeah
Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada, I be stepping yeah
I hit the mall and cash out shopping, really popping, yeah
Aye 8103, and 223, we locked in Yeah
I hate to begging bitch, keep asking me to buy her hair
And social media, ain't in to that, I don't compare
My life to nobody's, I'm trying to get rich and disappear
Tired of buddy passing, dog, I'm trying to cop a leer
It's always love with me, no competition with my peers
I'm on the paper chase
Rack racing, sack chasing on the day-to-day
Denim tears all on my body like I cried today
I used to want a Maserati until I drive the wraith
Real shit, nigga
I'm in my 20s, I can't settle yet, ain't chasing girls
I need a million before I bring a kid into this world
I'm catching flights, still gettin' fly
I've really been the one one
Ain't losing sleep and grinding to be selfish with this monyun'
I kick out for momma bills
I got my own crib, but you'd think I'm with my momma still
I'm trying to set her up
I'm trying to get her to a place where she ain't gotta' duck
Them bills every month, shit wearing me down, keeping me up
How can I blame someone for something they was never taught
Plus, I got feelings I ain't never shared up in my heart
Doing me dirty, takes me to a place where shit get dark
Love will get you killed, even Cupid ass be throwing darts
I just wanna' run away, run away, run away, run away
I just wanna' run away, run away, run away, run away
Run away, far away from here
Far away, far away yea
I just wanna' run away, run away, run away
I wanna' run away
Far away from here
Far away, far away yea
I just wanna run away, run away, run away
I wanna' run away
Far away from here
I'm a long way from the block baby
I ain't a gangsta, but I ride right with my Glock, baby
I'm gettin' money, can't afford to have no opps, baby
These niggas' beefing, I'm just tryin' to get that guap, baby
No, I ain't sleeping with no bitch who I don't even feel
I'm tryin' to build a whole empire, yeah, I need something real
And every day I miss my niggas' that's up in the jail
I think Scooter lost his mind, addicted to them pills
Every day when I wake up, I'm thanking God for real
I never question him, but sometimes wonder why I'm here
I hope I'm living out my purpose, I ain't perfect, yeah
But every day when I wake up, I make it worth yeah
Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada, I be stepping yeah
I hit the mall and cash out shopping, really popping, yeah
Aye 8103, and 223, we locked in Yeah
I hate to begging bitch, keep asking me to buy her hair
And social media, ain't in to that, I don't compare
My life to nobody's, I'm trying to get rich and disappear
Tired of buddy passing, dog, I'm trying to cop a leer
It's always love with me, no competition with my peers
I'm on the paper chase
Rack racing, sack chasing on the day-to-day
Denim tears all on my body like I cried today
I used to want a Maserati until I drive the wraith
Real shit, nigga
I'm in my 20s, I can't settle yet, ain't chasing girls
I need a million before I bring a kid into this world
I'm catching flights, still gettin' fly
I've really been the one one
Ain't losing sleep and grinding to be selfish with this monyun'
I kick out for momma bills
I got my own crib, but you'd think I'm with my momma still
I'm trying to set her up
I'm trying to get her to a place where she ain't gotta' duck
Them bills every month, shit wearing me down, keeping me up
How can I blame someone for something they was never taught
Plus, I got feelings I ain't never shared up in my heart
Doing me dirty, takes me to a place where shit get dark
Love will get you killed, even Cupid ass be throwing darts
I just wanna' run away, run away, run away, run away
I just wanna' run away, run away, run away, run away
Run away, far away from here
Far away, far away yea
I just wanna' run away, run away, run away
I wanna' run away
Far away from here
Far away, far away yea
I just wanna run away, run away, run away
I wanna' run away
Far away from here
Credits
Writer(s): Cyrus Lewis
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