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    "Runaway" Lyrics

    Young Lucid

    [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

    Born alone die alone
    I feel I'm alone and sad
    Even on the block I grind alone
    We out there like ten deep
    Just trying to make ends meet
    But you gotta listen close to how men speak
    You might hear something like
    Son got the binge he probably spent his whole stash
    That's when you know that your friends weak
    Watching other niggas money slowing up his

    Is he gon' say that if you come up?
    Yup sure nuff' is
    It's all good when you're right there with him
    But once you threaten the advance
    That's when they like he right there get em'
    It's all in your handshake
    You say that you love me but for another man's cake?
    You'll probably snub me
    You tell the feens that my work is trash
    Cause the beginning of the month's like my jump shot
    The first is cash
    But I don't care about your worthless ass
    You could have this block
    This is just get by money
    Till' this rap shit pop

    [Hook: Christina Mai]

    I don't wanna be a runaway
    But I can't stay and I can't live this way
    Let's be another broken dream
    And believe all the bullshit that we preach
    I can name more than a thousand reasons
    Not to stay but I'll never find the words to say
    To get myself to leave

    [Verse 2: Young Lucid]

    I set the town on fire when I was set free
    Bitch I ain't no artist I ain't no emcee
    They tried to label me and put me in a box
    Can't nobody catch you slipping when you working round' the clock
    The Brewery is the ether spot
    I don't need to keep a Glock
    I got a hundred goonies with me kicking it like sneaker spots
    I kill them verses for my mama like I'm Norman Bates

    I'm sick of seeing mama crying at these fucking wakes
    Uncle cancerous his son now gets the worst of this
    Inheriting supporting a whole family at 26
    That shit make niggas rob and kill concealing 38's
    I mack 11 count a blessing for the meals I ate
    Ya dig?
    I never dreamed I'd get a deal
    I never thought I'd hit the stage and make them bitches squeal
    I never ever thought I'd prove them sucka niggas wrong
    But my flow been on that bench press
    I been spitting strong like


    [Verse 3: Young Lucid]

    Sinister Staten Manhattan baby it's all the same
    They're throwing dirt on my name mane
    You niggas lame
    15 years man
    I'm sick of this block
    Sick of dubs
    Sick of dealers
    Sick of dickheaded cops but fuck it
    I'm busting outta here like Harriet and all her homies
    No slave working out here fam
    That shit ain't for me
    Time ticking toward my vision of a better day
    I know who love me who believe in me and who will stay

    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
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