[Chorus: Kid Rohan]
Say I do too much, okay
I've been down too much, okay
Can't fit to ya, no way
I'ma run away, run away, run away
Team go too up, okay
Countin' up too much, okay
Can't get through us, no way
No, runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
[Verse 1: Kid Rohan]
Pop out of place, huh
I got a lot to say, huh
Nobody stoppin' this pace
Doubters done got out the way
That happens when you at the top of the space
Baby, you not in this race
Me and myself, I do not imitate
Livin' my dreams in six hundred square feet state
Lil' boys can't drop what I make
'Cause I'm the man, uh, I don't believe in the can't's
Y'all magic is fine when I move my hands, huh
I ain't playin' with this life 'cause I know it's something I can't do again, huh
Turn a hater to a stan
I cannot quit 'cause that's who I am
Lookin' in the mirror and I feel like, ah
Feelin' like him, I'm feelin' like him
Kid, why you droppin' all the music, man?
I cannot miss, can't lose my chancе
Been calling dibs like Invader Zim
Short king but I still slam dunk in the rim
Trеndsetter, you lucky if you one of the trends
I lost myself but I won him again
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
I've been in the future like an XO chain
Test-test-test my money, can't test my fate
Tryna put me in a box, then I get away
Can't ask for love that you never gave
It's a cold world and you can't be saved
Lotta people talk down on my name
But I know that I'm gon' make it anyway, Kid
[Chorus: Kid Rohan]
Say I do too much, okay
I've been down too much, okay
Can't fit to ya, no way
I'ma run away, run away, run away
Team go too up, okay
Countin' up too much, okay
Can't get through us, no way
No, runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
[Bridge: Kid Rohan]
I can't listen to you, I got combos right now
She keep rockin' with me 'cause she know I'm not fake
If I got a chance, then I'ma take it right now
Tryna take it from me, then I'm still gon' find a way
I can't listen to you, I got combos right now
She keep rockin' with me 'cause she know I'm not fake
If I got a chance, then I'ma take it right now
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Them things standing on with their gun for 'em
Heavy in a couple cities, don't tell the informers
Chevy sixteen inches, ten switches
Drop top old school, hold ten bitches
Fold 'em riches, get both for them digits
No, nan' nigga compare the young
Nuts hung low, ho, prepare your tongue, yeah
The game been hurtin', I'm the medicine, ahead of them
I aim then squirt at the rest of 'em, motherfuck 'em
I'm the boy on fire like corduroy
Reppin' the ghetto, I get money forever
I got two clips stick together, that's a hunnid, whatever
Lovin' the cheddar, call me mozzarella
It's no sweat, I could hustle in the hottest weather
I'm Weezy Fucking Baby, lots of terror
P.S., a few shots to whoever, yeah, yeah
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