Jay Esco & Stunna Gambino – Runaway Lyrics

 

Runaway Lyrics by Jay Esco & Stunna Gambino

 

Ain’t no love in my heart it’s only fear
Talking with the angels on my back, they got me here
Diamonds on my neck, VVS’s chandelier
Can’t go back to broke, like before, talking clear

They keep telling me to runaway
Yeah, but ain’t no running if I’m stuck inside this place
Made like 40k inside a week, can’t tell me that’s not great
Where I come from, we got pain, they just can’t relate
Can’t get comfortable the wrong move, get shot up in your face (in your face)
And we don’t ever miss
You gotshooters on your head, that’s the wrong way to live
We grew up to see the worst, that’s how it was since we was kids

I be tryna run away, aye
Put the blickey down, tell g-money pass me the switch
Pull up like the boogeyman, thirty in this clip
I’ma coldhearted fly motherfucker, blame it on a bitch
We was just up in that poverty,
Went and hit a million dollar lick the trenches proud of me
I remember way back then, them n***** doubted me
Now I pull up new Moncler, with a designer tee, who fly as me?
I know you see me doing good, know you need me now
When I was down bad on my dick, you ain’t need me round
Different color VVS they call if Fiji style, they call it Fiji style
Babygirl I’m drowning,
Look at this mess that you done started,
When I was broke you tried to run away,
I just spend a dub today, on this brand new Cartier

They keep telling me to runaway
Yeah, but ain’t no running if I’m stuck inside this place
Made like 40k inside a week, can’t tell me that’s not great
Where I come from, we got pain, they just can’t relate
Can’t get comfortable the wrong move, get shot up in your face (in your face)
And we don’t ever miss
You got shooters on your head, that’s the wrong way to live
We grew up to see the worst, that’s how it was since we was kids

Pour up Dom Perignon, for my brothers who had left,
I know they gone but it’s ok,
Carry that weight inside my chest
I know they here for me, feel like I’m with ‘em now
Caught so many stains, fuck a opp, cuz they ain’t figureout
Every time I step up in the booth, I make a hit
Cause we done came too far from being broke,
Now we getting rich (oh)
Yeah, I’m bigger now, came up out from the trenches, can’t believe I made it out
Ima shotta,
Pull up on his block, we hit hisblock up,
Diamonds on me, try to take them off, and he get shot up
Cocky n****, I can’t waste no time, put the clock up
Understand, if you was never there, then it’s not us
Yeah, so we gon’ spray him out,
Got too much shit on my mind for me to play around
Yeah, so we gon’ spray him out,
Oppositions falling in line, so we gon’ take him out

They keep telling me to runaway
Yeah, but ain’t no running if I’m stuck inside this place
Made like 40k inside a week, can’t tell me that’s not great
Where I come from, we got pain, they just can’t relate
Can’t get comfortable the wrong move, get shot up in your face (in your face)
And we don’t ever miss
You got shooters on your head, that’s the wrong way to live
We grew up to see the worst, that’s howit was since we was kids

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