Running Away From Home Lyrics Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Running Away From Home Lyrics Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
QRN, yeah
The streets call, and I come
Diamonds dancin’, shawty how you shine, my watch
So romantic, tatted on my leg, Jakiyah
Ghost Phantom, swervin’ through the town, night life
A big fan on me, hundred thousand dollars Off White

[Chorus]
You know C a nasty dealer, wrap a brick up like a veteran
All my niggas killers, they gon’ step for them dead presidents
My heart cold, no December, hundred pistols at my residence
Turn to a killer ’bout Jakira, even though I know she mad at me
Jump out bustin’ OG street, then watch him bleed, forever rep the gang
I lost my cousin to that hеat, so, I ain’t been to sleep since Saturday
I got mud all on my feet, and blood on my 10.27 chain
This for [?], RIP Lil D, I wanna see you graduate
[Verse]
Don’t give a fuck about that family shit, I’ll tradе it for some loyalty
On demon time in this Palm Angel fit, the reason she adorin’ me
P-Playin’ with my heart some dangerous shit, why you ignorin’ me?
Complainin’ ’bout the smallest, bae, when you got all the royalties
I just took a shower wit the money, had to rinse it off
I don’t need no stylist, brand new Rollie, Prada kicks, and all
Just like them twin towers, about you, I come through, knock ’em down
I threw in the towel, cut ’em off, no, I don’t want ’em ’round
Everyday a challenge when you climbin’, grindin’ out the ground
Posted in the bando, sippin’ lean from out of styrofoam
Lil’ shawty, she the baddest, she just wanna fly to California
4×4 G Wagon AMG, no, not a fuckin’ Hummer (Yeah)

[Chorus]
You know C a nasty dealer, wrap a brick up like a veteran
All my niggas killers, they gon’ step for them dead presidents
My heart cold, no December, hundred pistols at my residence
Turn to a killer ’bout Jakira, even though I know she mad at me
Jump out bustin’ OG street, then watch him bleed, forever rep the gang
I lost my cousin to that heat, so, I ain’t been to sleep since Saturday
I got mud all on my feet, and blood on my 10.27 chain
This for [?], RIP Lil D, I wanna see you graduate

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