Runaway ft. RJR Lyrics

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

Swear these niggas swerve around the truth like they Earvin/Irving

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