runaway

(You gotta runaway, love) Yeah, Phantism fashion, walk in I'm having Who next on the top that I'm passin These niggas don't got any passion (You gotta runaway, love) That bag coming in, know I'm havin' Yeah, you invalid if you got no passion Yeah, it was valid, leave him in the past tense I was valid way before my bag, lil' bitch You was valid before you drop that trash Yeah, you was better than you a has been You was better before you started dissin', yeah Had to cut him off, my niggas trippin, damn I gave you the plan and the vision Now what the f*ck did you do with it Hit me up when you come to your senses Cause right now, niggas trippin Yeah, this a lifestyle that I'm on Yeah, how they dissin', bitch, I put you on Put that boy on the play, had 'em singin' my songs Going state to state, keep doin' these shows And I ain't been sleepin, hate bein' home Gotta bust a play then I'm goin' home Gotta choice to make and I'm choosin' wrong But I'm makin' it bank, put it back in my songs I went to the bank today, I'm finna' go make a deposit I just called my mom, she said, "son, you gotta stop wildin'" But other shit that I been through too much, gotta keep poppin I told these niggas that I had it They wonder when a nigga droppin' Yeah, Phantism fashion, walk in I'm having Who next on the top that I'm passin These niggas don't got any passion, yeah (You gotta runaway, love) That bag coming in, know I'm havin' Yeah, you invalid if you got no passion Yeah, it was valid, leave him in the past tense Yeah, I was valid way before my bag, lil' bitch I was wonderin' why I was sad I was thinkin' bout all that we had, damn It was better before, we was chillin It was better before we was distant Is it somethin' I did, am I trippin I been focused on changin' my vision I was thinkin' bout me and you building If I'm movin' wrong, I'll admit it You my girl, so I'm tryna be honest (with you) I'm losin' my mind (is you) Still holdin' me down? The issue, I can't speak my mind I been puttin' this shit in my rhymes (and you) Still hate that I'm lying (when you) Ask me if I'm fine Honestly, girl, I been losin' my mind Rollin' up dope, tryna clear out my mind You hate that I'm smokin', I hate that I'm high I can't even write, it bring tears to my eyes I think bout my grandma, bring tears to my eyes I think bout my brothers, I know we gon' shine I think bout Giusëppe, it hurt I can't lie Hope he get it together, I know it takes time I can't lose my focus, gotta stay on the grind Yeah, Phantism fashion, walk in I'm having Who next on the top that I'm passin These niggas don't got any passion, yeah (You gotta runaway, love) That bag coming in, know I'm havin' Yeah, you invalid if you got no passion Yeah, it was valid, leave him in the past tense Yeah, I was valid way before my bag, lil' bitch You was valid before you drop that trash Yeah, you was better than you a has been (You was better then you a has been) (It was better before we was distant)