Distance
Ghostface Killah, Conway the Machine, Russ
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up For real CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only My name is tatted on titties and asses 'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis My passion took me past the pessimist, cash benifits First class Emirates, impact megalithe Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up? Haters sayin', "F*ck Russ", women tryna f*ck Russ Y'all streams ain't really bees, I don't trust buzz I'm your dream girl screen saver, kill the pussy, cremated You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you I live music, think big, yeah, I see major Cross the line, you in extreme danger I ain't playin' peacemaker My appearance makes me seem safer Nah, for real though I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though Ran up another mill', ho, gracefully Things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie Treat me like I'm regular but f*ck me like I'm famous, please Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president F*ck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it Rebel against the record biz, it's what I represent 'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence Strange like Bellatrix On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list Make the head spins like an exorcist I put the M's before my X like Mexican Then I can invest in the love, Lee Stafford did It's all about intelligence, movin' Mount Everest Without ever sweatin', it's elegance but Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'? 'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' But root for me when I'm losin', it's confusin' (for real) I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah) Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me Look I was the nigga that they counted out Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out They so opiniated but can't go on the stash and pull a thousand out I let this water on my neck drown 'em out I show love to niggas that I was never shown Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home Mama did drugs, grandfather needed Methadone Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me You broke but always got your two cents, f*ck you gon' tell me? Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to doctor Melfi (talk to 'em) And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales speak Went to the protest just to get a selfie To put it on your pages, post it for the likes Yo, you a star, you're supposed to give us light Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right I sold a brick of white Smoked a nigga twice, you know I spit my life (ooh) And all my shit is nice, we not the same, you never did nothin' Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin' Joke about my face but your bitch love it Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it Machine I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me Yeah, yo, uh Rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights Niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike Sippin' Macchiato, Starbucks, pinky ring See the heat steamin' out a large cup Furry white hat (yeah) Under my wing is a yellow bag Tiffany deuce deuces We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters Every bitch, I get 'em like, "Nigga, that's my new shit", no cap Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow We up in Chase throwin' numbers like Cus D'Amato With just a viral, then escape the Cabo, town Got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados Yeah, uh, death to the dick-riders Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs Destitute, that's what I saw before the decimals Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you My soul can't be sold or stole Peace be upon the prophet Mohammed, I embrace what he told They say I couldn't do what I done and then got to it So much money and I ain't even Jewish Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest We poundin' everything, don't give a f*ck who your boo is Sing the hook I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me I went the distance without their assistance Now they're mad they missed on me Through the resistance, labeled me a mischief Now they're mad they missed on me
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written by: Russell Vitale, Demond Price, David Dennis Coles
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Distance Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 7 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/6765697/Ghostface+Killah/Distance>.
Discuss the Distance Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In