Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tariq Roberts
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
(Ayo, Lowrenz, what you doing?)
Don't run away from me, need to know where you going
'Cause I can't be without you
And she wonder why
I lose it at times
I got shit on my mind
Why my people keep dying
Don't run away from me, need to know where you going
'Cause I can't be without you
Still be fighting my pride
For them **** I'll slide
Call them **** my tribe
Without them ****, he quiet
By himself it ain't no smoke, but with **** he beefing with ya'
Hurt me to let them go, but them **** couldn't see the picture
Heart full of tears, I sit by the water, cry me a river
Not in Pittsburgh, but if I see yo' bitch, then I'ma steal her
I don't shoot mid range, **** out here serving Reggie Miller
He a shit stain, sprayed my past with windex, I see clearer
This shit a dirty game, who you see when you look in the mirror?
OneK a family, but too most people we some gang members
I been damaged for a long time, tolerance for pain thicker
He DM me off his bitch page, see that's a lame ****
They so used to me for pain songs 'cause I'm a pain spitter
They telling me that I'm the last shot, know I'm a game ender
Wanna go to Times Square, I do free shipping, and then they box you up
People try to tell me I'm hot, I don't think I'm hot enough
But sometimes I feel like I'm on fire like an STD
**** we get trap money, got some folks on PPP
Don't run away from me, need to know where you going
'Cause I can't be without you
And she wonder why
I lose it at times
I got shit on my mind
Why my people keep dying
Don't run away from me, need to know where you going
'Cause I can't be without you
Still be fighting my pride
For them **** I'll slide
Call them **** my tribe
Without them ****, he quiet
My city known for murder and violence
That ain't no flex, it's just some shit, I feel I had to provide ya'
Youngins, they mobbing, only thirteen, but they on different timing
Ain't got lots of options, got locked up, now his partners ain't rocking
Pillow talking to these hoes, man these boys out of pocket
I done let a lot of **** make it 'cause I'm too solid
I be clocking how I move, just never know who be watching
I'm still tryna find my groove, can't let no **** stop me
Don't run away from me, need to know where you going
'Cause I can't be without you
And she wonder why
I lose it at times
I got shit on my mind
Why my people keep dying
Don't run away from me, need to know where you going
'Cause I can't be without you
Still be fighting my pride
For them **** I'll slide
Call them **** my tribe
Without them ****, he quiet
Written by: Tariq Roberts