Lyrics:
her
But he loved her anyway
And now they're drowning
They'll never be the same
So they cry through the night a million miles away
walk a million miles to be where You are
My best friend, it's forever and a day
No fear cuz we'll never apart no way (no way)
Feeling so good
On cloud -
Peep the ghost of my nigga posted up on the same street that he died in the city (okay)
Made my mind go a mile a minute, everyone in a million is a dime
you might be on
And why you don't love me anymore.
By now, I know, you're 30 thousand feet above me
But a million miles away, a million miles away
By
big cruel world really ever see
Music be that therapy an artist is a therapist
That’s why I am so picky who I listen and whose listening
Grandma told me
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH
Before reconsidering, this Hell with you
It ain't
Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'ma million dollar nigga these
and Gentelmen... The Dangerous Crew
(Too $hort)
$hort Dogg's in the motherfucking house bitch
(Old Skool Freddy B)
Old Skool Freddy be beeetich
(Shorty B
big orchards
Is this the best way we
Can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and
Rot on the top soil
And be called by no name except "deportee"
wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like an outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like
And someone else said never mind
wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like and outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like
And someone else said never
wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like and outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said, "What's he gonna turn out like"
Someone else said, "Never
you tired livin' by the quarter mile
Niggas know me every time for Mr. Exit 65
Yeah, 6-5 we ride on, 24's we slide
Through the eastside, despise
get myself a million miles from here
There never was much happiness between us
More tears and angry words and never smiles
But now there'll be a lot
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
somewhere in Abyssinia We held profits in our Bosom and shaped them from hatred and Lies yeah we a million miles away from the songs our Great Grandmothers
300 Miles right on the dash
I be ballin' like ash
She let me smash
Full speed thru red lights till I crash
Countin' up cash
I'm smoking that gas
I'm
said: Will it's ok, your son can play the Karate Kid
Million miles translate to kilometers
I be to rap what skateboard to ollie is
My crew be to dope what
In God We Trust (Extended Version)
Word Up
Mic Shabazz
I got you sayin to be or not to be like Hamlet
God dammit I’m the lillest MC on the planet
rock'n'roll on our side
We're on our way, no turning back
To rule the world, we can't go wrong
We're on our way to fame and fortune
One million miles, ten
you be grillin' ya boy Jibbs be chillin'
I'm tryin' to make me some millions put chandeliers in da ceiling
Do it big I'm tryin' to get more on my
Flexin my lats ride by the flats
Killin you nigahs like rats
Nigah my brick is so big
Nigah be selling them bricks
Cashed out a mili to spend on my bitch
I probably got a Monet
You can have it on the cheap
I got Millet by the million
It's more than I can keep
So you really better buy 'em or
I'll toss
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