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Road Runnin
6,985
Hip-Hop/Rap
Road Runnin was released on March 28, 2025 by Atlantic Records as a part of the album M Block
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AlbumM Block
Release DateMarch 28, 2025
LabelAtlantic Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyfxce E
Babyfxce E
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Songwriter
Omar Perrin
Omar Perrin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Procházka
Daniel Procházka
Mastering Engineer
Omar Grand
Omar Grand
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Road runnin', I don't even know where I'm at
Man, I know this ain't no race, but I just don' wan' come in last
She won't even text me back, I just gotta accept that's where we at
I ain't take no boxing class, but I done fucked up so many bags, mm
Off that drank, man, that pink shit might just hit a lil' harder than Tank
One-thirty on my necklace, shit, whose shit hittin' harder than Saint's?
I don't think you want my heart, bae, my shit come with a lot of pain
I used to drive them dudes for real, they couldn't even catch me when they was in range
[Verse 1]
I don't even know who you is, can get a dap, but not no shake
The way she roll my shit, I can tell she ain't have no jobs or training
It's a box on the back of the Glock 'cause I'm just too impatient
You know what I'm on, girl, I don't know why your ass keep playin', huh
Still ain't really used to all that rap shit, still gettin' accustomed to it
They talkin' 'bout the shit that I be doin', they say I touch 'em through it
Your mans could die, you leave your phone, bro, she still lookin' through it
I don't care what you find, bitch, now we fightin' 'cause you looked into it (Man)
Like what the fuck you doin', man? You trippin'
I don't wanna see your personal page, I wanna see your finsta
It was times I had no money to my name, that shit hit different
It was times when I had no money to my name, that shit hit different, yeah
[Chorus]
Road runnin', I don't even know where I'm at
Man, I know this ain't no race, but I just don' wan' come in last
She won't even text me back, I just gotta accept that's where we at
I ain't take no boxing class, but I done fucked up so many bags, mm
Off that drank, man, that pink shit might just hit a lil' harder than Tank
One-thirty on my necklace, shit, whose shit hittin' harder than Saint's?
I don't think you want my heart, bae, my shit come with a lot of pain
I used to drive them dudes for real, they couldn't even catch me when they was in range
[Instrumental]
I used to drive them dudes for real, they couldn't even catch me when they was in range
I don't think you want my heart, bae, my shit come with a lot of pain
I used to drive them dudes for real, they couldn't even catch me when they was in range
Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Omar Perrin
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