Had To Go Away

[Intro: Rich Boy]
Yeah, yeah
What's up to Young Gliss, ayy
Look at my necklace, ayy
You gon' respect this, yeah
Shout to Philly, nigga
This Rich Boy slidin' through this motherfucker
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Lights hit my ice and make the whole chain illuminate
I'm a boss, count me out the unemployment rate
Talkin' top dollar, stackin' bread like a weddin' cake
Everybody tellin' me drop, don't make the world wait
Even haters be fans because they watchin'
All on the internet, checkin' for when I'm droppin'
Female freaks fall through like a fuck fest
Feel like a job, ballin' hard, gettin' no rest
Chasin' more chicks, you chase a piece of pussy
No need to call, if you ain't got enough to book me
Comin' out the crib with a couple hunnid karats on
Now my cellular phone getting calls from Hong Kong
And I'm packin' it, aimin' accurate
Hatin', I ain't havin' it, cash got me stackin' it
And the girls ask, can they best friend, come assist
Who the special guest list? Rich Boy and Young Gliss

[Chorus: Young Gliss]
I
I had to go away
A rhino
I
I had to go away
A rhino (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Gliss]
Puttin' on for my city, in different places
They see my face and embrace it like I'm one of they own (Yeah)
And it's crazy this love's never from home
But as soon as I blow, my bandwagon is what they'll be on (Yeah)
And it's funny 'cause some'll tell you they been on
When I was tryna show 'em I'm nothin' for them to sleep on (Uh)
But preach on, I know I'll surely find a way
To promised land even though it seems so far away
'Cause stupids really in now
'Cause everybody follows suit, they just wanna be the in-crowd (Haha)
And since everything is a trend now
Tattoos and skinny jeans what's in now (Why?)
Haha, and that ain't ever been my style
I've been real on my life, I ain't tryna fuck up now
That's why I'm on the next flight, headin' outta town
And I ain't lookin' back, nigga, got my heads to the clouds and I'm gone

[Chorus: Young Chris]
I
I had to go away
A rhino
I
I had to go away (Yeah)
A rhino

[Verse 3: Young Chris]
Got a couple gangstas in the county, can't wait until the bus come (Yeah)
Y'all ain't cut from the same cloth we cut from (No)
Who gave her that ring? We fucked them and ducked them
Captain Save-A-Ho slash cop wanna cuff 'em (Haha)
Guns corrupt them, can't roll without my soldier (Not at all)
And that be the stock over my shoulder (Mmm)
Dirty win in Hawkins, cops pullin' us over (Fuck 'em, haters)
Larry Davis when you haters pullin' the toaster (Bow, bow, bow)
It's Young Chris, Gliss, Dice Raw (Yeah)
TTLO, they tryna to turn the lights off
Division one (Uh), told 'em we get it done (Uh)
Hold ransom at a hunnid of them soldiers to get a son (Get 'em)
Back to gettin' blunted (Yeah), new Panamera fuck up the hunnid (Light up)
It's young Tony, on you phony niggas who want it (Huh?)
Decades over these clowns, did it, we done it (Yeah)
And if the music stop, my street niggas'll front it, I got 'em

[Chorus: Young Chris & Dice Raw]
I (Yeah, woo, ah)
I had to go away (Yes, uh-huh, yeah, it's new work)
A rhino (T1)
I (Gliss, what up? It's Young Chris, Dice Raw, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I had to go away (It's real legit, Chris, what up?)
A rhino (Ayo)

[Verse 4: Dice Raw]
Dice is here, it's about to get critical
I can get lyrical, I can get physical whatever
In Cali playin' eighty degree weather
Fuck it, I love when a plan comes together
I talk to the angels, and fulfill my prophecy
You talk to the cops, the reason why they watchin' me
But they never catch me, and I'm totally legit
And I never quit, rednecks hate that kind of shit
So pop the top and off we go still
This dude is so ill, these dudes got no skills
Flavor of the month, I lay back lightin' niggas up like blunts
Kick 'em in the head like punts
Roundhouse and roughhouse and keep it one hunnid
Nigga, I keep it one-hundred thousand
Who the illest, you dead if you can't feel this
So quit the bullshit, what you talkin' 'bout, Willis?

[Chorus]
I
I had to go away
A rhino
I
I had to go away (Yeah)
A rhino