Lyrics:
of my grinning phase
Phase out the haters
Hatin on me for my winning ways
Wayside parked by the bayside
With Bae's side
Connected to my waist I
Been
Eight miles high and I'm doin' alright
Better move over 'cause you're goin' too slow
I feel the need for freedom now it's time to go
It's a fine line
compromising
When them haters see me, they know that hourglass sliding
I'm moving like Eminem in 8 Mile, I ain't hiding
My mind stays sold on, get rich or die
quicksand
Cause I remember being rock bottom like Madonna
Wait that's Eminem
Walking more than 8 miles has developed my penmanship
Invest in that crypto I'm
just speaking my mind
Boys selling sniff say
Its one of a kind
Down by the Liffey the Irish Nile
I’ve watched 8 mile over a thousand times
So you can
I am him, I exist, Fires lit
You can have the hoes though I'm no fireman
8? Nah 100 Mile, son don't fuck around
Came in the game made it rain like
Eight miles high and I'm doin' alright
Better move over 'cause you're goin' too slow
I feel the need for freedom now it's time to go
It's a fine line
It’s all about going fast
But sometimes you gotta slow down
Mhmm
Yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm (Yeah)
Yeah
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
Shakaya style
'Shakaya'
Hey pretty baby with the high heels on
You give me fever
like ive never, ever known
You're just a product of loveliness
I
would never even miss me (miss me)
Crack vials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles (that's right)
But still my
would never even miss me (miss me)
Crack vials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles (that's right)
But still my
They keep saying brighter days are coming
But the mist is getting thicker and thicker as I’m fading away
Twenty-eight, still going through changes
8. DON'T NEED TO WIN
Give it up a little
And you're flying safe
If the playing don't sting
Then you're throwing it away
Put it up a wall
Then
not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read
This verse was ghost written by Capital STEEZ
I'm high cause I fly with Loriana's angel wings
Not cause I smoke weed, we in the era of the Pros
If
you shouldn't have to watch your
Back if your dogs with you
I told the bitch her ex-nigga
Must ain't have tissue
My brother my brother
Percocet I split
to get 12 months play
I supply the high so you can put your blunts away
Here, take a pull of this and get bent
One hit'll get you open to the fullest
the girls that split the wigs
And only a Mastamind can tell you what time it is
Chorus:
I'm from the D-E-T, are-O-I-T
Where muthafuckas show fear, for
beat I gotcha
And that means any means I gots ta
Rep Southwest Southwest
Phoenix Arizona my place
Fake ones never show threats
Funny by ear I play
Back
1 2 3 4
1 2 3 4
Gotta wake up then do it all again
We ain't start fucking till like 8am
Never gone stop till I get my bands
Nothing's sure but death
standing outside the Riggle's household in Chantilly Virginia
Just 15 miles east of our nation's capital
Where tragedy has struck in a way never before seen
I just graduated from high school and man, was it an experience! I had fun and got all the way to my 12th grade year and was rocked by a worldwide
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