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I'm just tryna flee the scene with racky's in the jeans
Niggas don't know who they are so they copyin' T
I've been takin' hella drugs just tryna feel complete
Was finna tell you how I feel but I just hit delete
Huh, yeah, still runnin' from my problems dawg I'm feelin' weak
Still pourin' in baby bottles tryna be discreet
Most these niggas just talkin', I don't believe a thing
They go catch him out and do him bad, he ain't no kin to me
Smile in my face and try to wipe my nose, you ain't no friend to me
You know T. Dott in it for the pros, fuck the industry
The villains fell in love with the poles, we got chemistry
Fuck these hoes, I'm tryna get a load, don't even mention me
Yop, yeah, still runnin' from my problems dawg I'm feelin' weak
Still pourin' in baby bottles tryna be discreet
I know niggas be talkin' but I don't hear a thing
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' to the goal, you can't get next to me
I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' to the goal, you can't get next to me
Runnin' from my problems, runnin' from the pain
Tryna heal myself with drugs while I'm stuck in the rain
Runnin' from a lot of things, somehow I'm still sane
I swear I need a good medal runnin' like Usain
Laughin' through the pain like Joker, cause this shit a game
I'm the type to crop you out a pic and put it in a frame
Runnin' from the fame, runnin' from what's in my mind
I'm runnin' from the shame
That bitch just want all my time don't even want a ring,
Yeah, movin' like I'm in the mob, you know that crime pay
Yeah