Jay Esco – Runaway (ft. Stunna Gambino) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Jay Esco premieres the Declan Kyle-directed music video for the “Runaway” track with Stunna Gambino. The new song was produced by Emrld. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Jay Esco Runaway

The new single comes with a Declan Kyle-directed music video, which was filmed in beautiful New York City, and has fans of the rising rapper singing its praises in the YouTube comment section. “Too tuff, they snapped. Jay Esco been putting in work!” one user wrote.

Jay Esco – Runaway (ft. Stunna Gambino) (prod. Emrld)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Esco]
Yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, uh
(Emrld)
You don’t wanna work, me first
Uh
Ain’t no love in my heart it’s only fear (Yeah, uh)
Talking with the angels on my back, they got me here (Uh)
Diamonds on my neck, VVS’s chandelier
Can’t go back to broke, like before, talking clear (Yeah)

[Chorus: Jay Esco]
They keep telling me to runaway (Uh-uh)
Yeah, but ain’t no running if I’m stuck inside this place (Yeah)
Made like 40k inside a week, can’t tell me that’s not great
Where I come from, we got pain, they just can’t relate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can’t get comfortable the wrong move, get shot up in your face (Shot up in your face)
And we don’t ever miss (Uh)
You got shooters on your head, that’s the wrong way to live (Uh, wrong way to live)
We grew up to see the worst, that’s how it was since we was kids (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Stunna Gambino]
I be tryna run away, aye (Aye)
Put the blickey down, tell G-money pass me the switch (Uh)
Pull up like the boogeyman, thirty in this clip (Uh)
I’ma coldhearted fly motherfucker, blame it on a bitch, uh-uh
We was just up in that poverty, went and hit a million dollar lick the trenches proud of me
I remember way back then, them niggas doubted me (Me)
Now I pull up new Moncler, with a designer tee, who fly as me?
I know you see me doing good, know you need me now
When I was down bad on my dick, you ain’t need me ’round (’round)
Different color VVS they call if Fiji style, they call it Fiji style
Babygirl I’m drowning (Ooh), look at this mess that you done started, ooh (Baby I’m drowing)
When I was broke you tried to run away, I just spend a dub today, on this brand new Cartier (Ooh)

[Chorus: Jay Esco]
They keep telling me to runaway (Aye)
Yeah, but ain’t no running if I’m stuck inside this place (Uh-uh)
Made like 40k inside a week, can’t tell me that’s not great
Where I come from, we got pain, they just can’t relate (Yeah)
Can’t get comfortable the wrong move, get shot up in your face (Nah)
And we don’t ever miss (No)
You got shooters on your head, that’s the wrong way to live
We grew up to see the worst, that’s how it was since we was kids (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Jay Esco]
Pour up Dom Perignon, for my brothers who had left
I know they gone but it’s okay, carry that weight inside my chest (Chest, ooh)
I know they here for me, feel like I’m with ‘em now (Ooh)
Caught so many stains, fuck a opp, ’cause they ain’t figure out (Ooh)
Every time I step up in the booth, I make a hit ’cause we done came too far from being broke, now we getting rich (Ooh)
Yeah, I’m bigger now (Uh, yeah), came up out from the trenches, can’t believe I made it out
I’ma shotta
Pull up on his block, we hit his block up
Diamonds on me, try to take them off, and he get shot up (No)
Cocky nigga, I can’t waste no time, put the clock up
Understand (Yeah, ooh) if you was never there, then it’s not us
Yeah, so we gon’ spray him out
Got too much shit on my mind for me to play around (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, so we gon’ spray him out
Oppositions falling in line, so we gon’ take him out

[Chorus: Jay Esco]
They keep telling me to runaway (Ooh)
Yeah, but ain’t no running if I’m stuck inside this place (No)
Made like 40k inside a week, can’t tell me that’s not great
Where I come from, we got pain, they just can’t relate (Relate, no)
Can’t get comfortable the wrong move, get shot up in your face (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And we don’t ever miss
You got shooters on your head, that’s the wrong way to live
We grew up to see the worst, that’s how it was since we was kids (Ooh)