Eight Mile
Moschino Jones
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Alright we're gonna try something different this time y'all Haha, we're gonna try something different Ay, when I say all onna, you say broke bitch All onna, broke bitch I ain't never had shit, that's a lie Niggas known since a youngin' I've been mothafuckin' fly I got bout eighty in jewelry, and bout eighty in shoes Add that up, that's one-sixty I might cop a yacht and cruise Nigga, I just copped a whip I'm only driving in the summer And when it's parked I'm Mercedez and AMG stunner And bitch I know these niggas hate me but I still show love Cause I'm black, rich and handsome in Polo clubs The white folks love me, they say keep goin' dude I done came a long way from Coney Island drive-thrus I keep my bitch in Bottega. and my mom in Jimmy Choo Meanwhile, I'm simple, I love guns and gym shoes And my future is bright, I see a crib in Northville I can make a million bucks off this rap skill I had to get it out the trunk with no rap deal For my depression, I'm counting up these bands, f*ck a pain pill nigga Tell me how it feels F*ck these young niggas talkin' bout Poppin' percs, sippin' lean and shit, all that crazy shit Tell me how it feels Nigga follow me, nigga Got put me on this earth for you to follow me young nigga I know it's been hard for you You can call me Unc from now on nigga I'ma take you to the promised land nigga I'ma make sure your mothafuckin' credit right nigga So you can get the bitch of your dreams nigga, and you can live right, you feel me How it feel My credit like my hood, that shit Eight Mile Top tier, I need cribs in different states now These niggas got me preachin' and shit I feel like Mase now In Hawaii with some hoes, shakin' hips at the Luau My pockets stay on Nacho Del Grande A nigga lost a limb for that rock on my fiancée Young nigga married black, look what Kim did to Kanye The image in the mirror appear closer than the sign say The diamonds on the Cuban smart water, clear glaciers And like electrolytes, I add designer for the flavor It's funny how these niggas gettin' played say they players Don't be another Paul George hoopin' for the Pacers Braindead sweatpants, Supreme bucket Treat rap like the league, every record is a bucket Goin' for the three, don't shoot Nigga f*ck it Unlike you niggas buyin' all those pistols scared to bust it Ridin' dirty through Ohio, trunk, armpit musty Earnin' stripes like Adidas, every city's plug love me F*ck twelve, y'all bitches, every cop wanna cuff me Ever since I got engaged all the hoes wanna f*ck me Tell me how it feels Tell me how it feels I know it's been hard for you How it feels
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