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On The Run
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kxvi
Kxvi
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Pipe that sh- up, TnT) (Dmac on the f- track) (Tahj Money) Heard the DA read a paragraph in front of the witness I ain't never seen the man cry 'til he got sentenced Really means something, his lil' bro died on the mission Every year, this n- don't miss his block party, he'll die spinning Everybody got they hand out, what you gon' tell 'em? People say you got 'em next time, but you don't never Know you need every - that you got, but you gon' sell 'em You f- up and your mama bills due, how you gon' help her? My bro died, they told me keep my head up, it ain't get no better The people he told he love I thought to slide ain't make no effort I was standing in the trenches, we had roaches in the kitchen Lookin' at my grandma ceiling, wishing that we had a billion Pushing narcs, CB and EJ still got him behind them fences Judge gave him forty-thousand hours, still ain't seen him in a minute Knew a couple n- ain't have a sense of humor who used to laugh at me F- the same h-, I'm thinking he player, he lowkey mad at me Freedom, he on house arrest, gotta tell him 'fore he take a route Never know where he stay at, he done cut his ankle bracelet off They shot up his crib, some ricocheted and hit the neighbor's house Sent him to an opp dorm up in jail, but he ain't stable now Paralyze my cousin I know he hurt, thank God he made it through Told his girl he wanna walk so bad, but he ain't able to It'll never go away, bro, if you rat, that's what they label you Gotta have that extra bedroom in your house, that sh- gon' stay with you Heard the DA read a paragraph in front of the witness I ain't never seen the man cry 'til he got sentenced Really means something, his lil' bro died on the mission Every year, this n- don't miss his block party, he'll die spinning Everybody got they hand out, what you gon' tell 'em? People say you got 'em next time, but you don't never Know you need every - that you got, but you gon' sell 'em You f- up and your mama bills due, how you gon' help her? He ain't go to Lids, but they got two hats in a week Ain't no, "He too young," they left his body in the street No more grocery shopping, he gotta log in 'fore he buys sweets They gon' send you to a place where you show your ID just to eat How you supposed to spin when n- threatening on the Instagram? Dissing your lil' bro, they making jokes 'bout putting him in the ground Don't care 'bout what you did or who you sh-, don't fear any man I know that I'm 'posed to be with her, but I wasn't ready then She the only one who understand me, she kept it real I ain't never make her take no plan B, it's what it is Having dreams that I could leave these damn streets up in the rear Thinkin' too late, we could start a family and get a crib Ain't too late for you small n- to stop hating on the man I seen n- I thought who stand up go take the stand
Writer(s): David Mcdowell, Thomas Horton, Tahj Vaughn, Ryan Adams, Sterling Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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