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Run Away
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Run Away was released on December 29, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album First Lap
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Release DateDecember 29, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PesoFirst
PesoFirst
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PesoFirst
PesoFirst
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moe Alka
Moe Alka
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Tell Rockstar put her feelings in the bag, 'cause this a dirty sport
I was robbing runners way before I ever learned to walk
All over some change—lost some **** we won't ever talk
I can't say my pain if I ain't rapping, I just let it pour
Wanna show my love for you
But I'm a trench baby first
Wanna hear you tell me
"Imma hold your *** for you"
Stay 'round all them drillers
But I told the streets I'm done with you
But I guess I'm still in love with you
Wanna run away
Wanna run away now
I been selling **** for years
Even in the playground
You so pretty, pretty girl
I really hope you wait 'round
If I get a play, I'm making sure we take the same route
Mummy told me get away
Always knew the fake crowd
Really came up off a change
Now look at the change now
I just wanna feel some love
So baby can we make out?
I just wanna feel some love
So baby can we make out?
Wanna run away
Wanna run away now
I been selling **** for years
Even in the playground
You so pretty, pretty girl
I really hope you wait 'round
If I get a play, I'm making sure we take the same route
Tell me 'bout your past and I won't judge you for it
Ever since I started getting money
Seen them hating **** love me for it
Pain inside my heart— so tell me, baby, can you hug me for it?
Matching up Dior, but I'm an ackh
Every time my **** stepping in the dong, it's for a pack
You ain't ever been there—left shots and thank God you made it back
I don't wanna pour out my heart
What if I don't get it back?
Woah woah
These streets cold
These streets cold
These streets cold
Hear him rap, but he ain't got no —
Ask me why I live this life—it ain't for a postcode
'Cause the cleanest **** in my hood didn't make it back home
Say the good die young, so I guess Imma die old
Ain't got time to waste, I'm focused on the cash flow
It don't matter where we at—we hit him on a side road
Back road
Main Road
Ask them **** in the game, they know I ran up pesos
You don't wanna take the risk, then Imma tell you stay home
Tyrnna focus on my faith, nah I ain't putting on no rose gold
Uhh uhh
Hit him in his mata
Don't believe in karma
Seen my nanny scared to do a sin and we was broke
No love
No love
No love
No love
No love
No love
No love
No love for **** like me
You ain't gotta have no money, you just gotta want it like me
Hustling with 'Grinds when all we wanted was a timepiece
Hustle in my skin
And I ain't gotta tell my little ****
'Cause when we run into them ****
I know he knows what it is
When I'm at the party, tell them turn off—
'Cause he a ****
Every single **** 'round me played a part to take a risk
Hustle in my skin
And I ain't gotta tell my little ****
'Cause when we run into them ****
I know he knows what it is
When I'm at the party, tell them turn off—
'Cause he a ****
Every single ****'round me played a part to take a risk
Wanna run away
Wanna run away now
I been selling **** for years
Even in the playground
You so pretty, pretty girl
I really hope you wait 'round
If I get a play, I'm making sure we take the same route
Mummy told me get away
Always knew the fake crowd
Really came up off a change
Now look at the change now
I just wanna feel some love
So baby can we make out?
I just wanna feel some love
So baby can we make out?
Wanna run away
Wanna run away now
I been selling **** for years
Even in the playground
You so pretty, pretty girl
I really hope you wait 'round
If I get a play, I'm making sure we take the same route
Mummy told me get away
Always knew the fake crowd
Really came up off a change
Now look at the change now
I just wanna feel some love
So baby can we make out?
I just wanna feel some love
So baby can we make out?
Written by: Peso First
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