“Runaway Renegade” [Spoken Intro] Young Hoe, you understand P Straight outta Memphis—Pimpin’ Tennessee. She ain’t running from the game… She running around looking for somebody to save her. But ’round here, young Hoe—pay some pimpin’. [Chorus] She a runaway, always been a renegade, Used to being rescued, used to getting saved. Messing with them purple traitors, suckers with no game, They’ll let her come without choosing, then love her just the same. She a runaway, wannabe-saved woman, Searching for a captain, but she found a real player. You can keep that sucker love—this is Pimp Stank rhythm, If you wanna learn the game, baby, pay some ism. [Verse 1] She used to them lames opening doors with no fee, Letting her call the shots while they begging on their knees. She come with no choosing, no offering, no plan, Then turn around and use ’em—they still swear they’re the man. That ain’t pimpin’, you fellas only standing in the way, Giving everything away, hoping she decides to stay. A real player ain’t chasing, trying to purchase no affection, I keep my game sharp and move in my direction. Pimpin’ stay inside her head and somewhere in her purse, If your game ain’t bringing value, then your hustle needs some work. I’m P Young—“Baby, pay some pimpin’ at the door,” Knowledge ain’t free, and I ain’t saving you no more. [Chorus] She a runaway, always been a renegade, Used to being rescued, used to getting saved. Messing with them purple traitors, suckers with no game, They’ll let her come without choosing, then love her just the same. She a runaway, wannabe-saved woman, Searching for a captain, but she found a real player. You can keep that sucker love—this is Pimp Stank rhythm, If you wanna learn the game, baby, pay some ism. [Verse 2] She said, “P, I need a man who can understand my pain,” I said, “First understand yourself before you speak my name.” Every time the pressure hits, she packing up to leave, Then finds another sucker with his heart upon his sleeve. He paying all her bills, thinking that will make her loyal, But money without game only makes the situation spoil. She call him when she’s stranded, disappear when she gets straight— A professional runaway, leaving feelings at the gate. I don’t promise her forever just to keep her by my side, Cards laid across the table—ain’t a thing I gotta hide. You can ride beside a player, but don’t interrupt the mission; Bring respect, bring something with you, and come making your decision. [Bridge – Spoken] Listen here… A sucker tries to save her. A player gives her game and lets her save herself. You understand? Memphis Pimpin’, Tennessee— Every time we move, we do something smooth. [Verse 3] She a rebel with a pretty face, confusion in her walk, Got a hundred different numbers, but she love that Pimp Talk. She heard the truth inside my voice and felt it in her spirit, When the game is being spoken, even renegades can hear it. I told her, “Quit that running—you keep circling the same block, Different man, the same story, different key, the same lock.” She said, “P, can you save me?” I said, “Baby, that’s forbidden— But I’ll show you where the door is if you ready to quit pretending.” No capes around my shoulders, no rescuing tonight, You either stand on business or keep running from your life. From the M where game is spoken and the players move with rhythm— Before you ask me for my heart, baby, pay some pimpin’. [Final Chorus] She a runaway, always been a renegade, Used to being rescued, used to getting saved. Messing with them purple traitors, suckers with no game, They’ll let her come without choosing, then complain when she won’t stay. She a runaway, wannabe-saved woman, Searching for a captain, but she ran into a player. Straight outta Memphis, where we live by player wisdom— If you wanna ride with P Young, baby, pay some ism. [Outro] How ’bout it, mane… No saving—just game. For Sale… Pimp Stank Muzik. Memphis Pimpin’, Tennessee.
