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letra de running in place - moneysign suede

[intro]
i know how you feel, lil’ n-gga
keep at it though, just keep goin’
ayy, shout out blurry, n-gga, ayy, free my n-gga
(palaze, what you cookin’?)
be straight, ayy, free mustard

[verse 1]
we still in the struggle, so i’m tryna make a way
you ever felt stuck and kind of lost your faith?
you ever woke up and felt like runnin’ away?
my people say they straight but i see their pain
grew up to my mama, always workin’ like a slave
grew up with no dad, but i’m a man, no b-tch ways (nah)
i dropped out, i ain’t get to graduate (yeah)
i dropped out, look, now i’m on stage (ayy, ayy)

[chorus]
look, mama, everybody know my name, like the n-gga i became (yeah, ayy, ayy)
i don’t want the love that i ain’t get before the famе, that i ain’t get when i was arraigned (nah, for rеal)
it’s like you suffer, lose a lot but you gain (but you gain)
i’m happily married with the game (ah)
when i ain’t have it, it was lookin’ at your plate
you want it right now, but now it’s too late

[verse 2]
i don’t think your love was for me
you say you love me, you ain’t show me
f-ck it, ’cause i know how to ride by my lonely (yeah)
i used to care, but, prrt, that’s the old me (yeah)
late at night, i be prayin’ for the whole team (for the whole team)
shorty wanna f-ck me on the lowkey (on the lowkey)
yeah, she a thot, but she won’t f-ck if you got no cheese (ha)
she for you, she for me, she for the homies
sh-t lowkey f-cked up where i’m from
lil’ homie just got robbed (ah), so now he wanna get a gun (ayy, ayy)
everybody geeked, all this sh-t like this sh-t fun (n-gga)
in your city, that sh-t rare, in my city, that sh-t none
free my n-gga polo, say he barely see the sun
free my n-gga mustard, said he wanna see his son (free my n-gga)
don’t get caught up in the mix, n-gga, run
don’t be playin’ with your life, with your love
all them broke nights i remember
dropped out for my teacher in that lecture (facts)
you don’t wanna meet me in my temper (nah, n-gga)
keep it on me, block be hot in december (blaow, n-gga)
a n-gga like me, i want respect (i want respect)
keep it on my waist just in case sh-t go left
tell me that you love me right now, not when i’m dead (not when i’m dead)
tell me that you love me right now, not when i’m dead
[chorus]
look, mama, everybody know my name, like the n-gga i became (yeah, ayy, ayy)
i don’t want the love that i ain’t get before the fame, that i ain’t get when i was arraigned (nah, for real)
it’s like you suffer, lose a lot but you gain (but you gain)
i’m happily married with the game (ah)
when i ain’t have it, it was lookin’ at your plate
you want it right now, but now it’s too late

[outro]
now it’s too late, it’s like play with the same
ayy, sh-t, i know i ain’t personal, i be sh-ttin’
like the n-gga i became, everybody know my name
ayy, it’s too late, yeah, don’t play with your life

- moneysign suede

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