A1000MILES
I sat and thought about how I should approach this shit.
Cause we ain't really got enough beef for grillin, but I still will roast ya shit.
So I put my cup down, just to let my mind coast and shit.
And by the time I got up...
I had written Ritalin for you, Riddler,
These bars gon make you focus like shit.
...Naw, scratch that, them first bars was old like shit.
It's 8:43 pm January 24, and thanks to fuckin Big Kannon, y'all know I had re-wrote my shit.
See, I had some name flips, but I ain't into faggot ass Batman or trick questions.
Then I remembered ya old name, when it was just me you and Lou up in this section.
I remembered how this shit all blew up from back in the day.
So trust, if Gold rush, I'll put him in pocket and hit up a white boy I know out west that's gon take cash for the trade!
What's happenin mane, I'm back in it mane.
Stretchin these dope lines,
So een if I go broke, I'll never fracture the caine.
Young Goldie, international pimpin. That's immaculate mane.
I'd applaud you...but I ain't forgot you...from the gayest city in America. So who you was mackin? A mane?
I heard DC niggas was gettin Geechie on em.
Okay!
If I lose, I'm sickin Geechee on em.
Don't play!
I said I wasn't wit the trick questions, but here's one I am gon ask.
How it feel to have two niggas from the same state whip yo ass?
Honestly, I had GGB in my scope, ain't een wanna waste a shot on you.
But if I woulda gave God the Biz,
What made you think I couldn't martyr you?
Naw, you shoulda knew what I had in for you. This crucifix was meant for you.
I do suggest repentance, or
Have Lou go dig a ditch for you.
It's poison in my pen,
I can address death to whomever I choose it should be written to.
Oooooh, I brought a bitch for you, that ass is so cold.
Her first name Nina, and she be singin like her last was Simone.
It ain't my first resort, but if a nigga really trippin, then I'm switchin to the metal arms.
I'll have ya whole street ringin for hours,we filmin telethons.
That nine tend to rumble ya
pack, I take it back to '97,
And try to snipe Gold from the roof like I'm 007.
I saw Gold and his crew,
And knew I coulda put a hole in one, but theeeeeen....
I figured I'd wait, cause if I had
Let it "go" you woulda caught yo "L" too early, it'd all be "fin".
'Fore I was born I graduated the hard knock academy, sport.
So aim it clean and leave you a "mess, I can". They'll have to bury you in Khakis and Cort's.
Act like you got loose change,
See if I don't make you leak about a half of a quart.
Y'all niggas bummy like "Lemme hold a half of a Port."
I inhale the kinda Mary, you could smell it from the back of the court.
See y'all be wishin for a shot, I just be out scorin.
Go shot for shot wit whoever, I bet I out score em.
For sleepin on me, I will lay a nigga out, snorin.
Then aim what I bare at ya chest, give you some Ralph Lauren.
Or switch it, hop in my bitch whip, and if that Volvo catch ya.
Horses runnin over ya chest, that's a Polo sweater.
You ain't know no better, I'm in a class just above.
Like twitter and Facebook, we ain't got equal statuses, bruh.
It's gon feel like you took two L's if we match this shit up.
Gabi said she couldn't, but I promise I could clap this shit up!
Ya girl like battles right?
Well if I ever catch the lil slut,
I'll rap to her, before I wrap her ass up, is that romantic or what?
Take her back to ya crib, coulda sworn I heard her ask me to cut.
So I did.
Stabbed ya bitch, then ran the bitch a bath full of blood.
And ain't een fuck!
Cause her body was Bonnie......but I swear that face was Gattas's bruh.
I'm askin you what?
You thought you was gon get here, a body?
I stashed a few slugs,
If after this you feel like you salty.
Cause I ain't een come to battle, just to tell you you wack.
Only way you get anywhere off this L, is if you sell me a sack.
Word.
My words put against your sentences.
Fuck a murder in the first, you get murder in a verse,
My words worth sentences.
Your words worth censorship,
Mine fly like bullets, and with this kinda "K"?
My "G", I'm a poet, I got
Wordsworth penmanship.
Now gon head and talk about some
IC shit, or how I look like Wale.
I'll just be lampin with this banana,
Ready to let it hit you with that flambé.
Cause I ain't een come to battle. Just to tell you you wack.
Time's up, if you got that fye, my nigga sell me a sack.
Word.
Cause we ain't really got enough beef for grillin, but I still will roast ya shit.
So I put my cup down, just to let my mind coast and shit.
And by the time I got up...
I had written Ritalin for you, Riddler,
These bars gon make you focus like shit.
...Naw, scratch that, them first bars was old like shit.
It's 8:43 pm January 24, and thanks to fuckin Big Kannon, y'all know I had re-wrote my shit.
See, I had some name flips, but I ain't into faggot ass Batman or trick questions.
Then I remembered ya old name, when it was just me you and Lou up in this section.
I remembered how this shit all blew up from back in the day.
So trust, if Gold rush, I'll put him in pocket and hit up a white boy I know out west that's gon take cash for the trade!
What's happenin mane, I'm back in it mane.
Stretchin these dope lines,
So een if I go broke, I'll never fracture the caine.
Young Goldie, international pimpin. That's immaculate mane.
I'd applaud you...but I ain't forgot you...from the gayest city in America. So who you was mackin? A mane?
I heard DC niggas was gettin Geechie on em.
Okay!
If I lose, I'm sickin Geechee on em.
Don't play!
I said I wasn't wit the trick questions, but here's one I am gon ask.
How it feel to have two niggas from the same state whip yo ass?
Honestly, I had GGB in my scope, ain't een wanna waste a shot on you.
But if I woulda gave God the Biz,
What made you think I couldn't martyr you?
Naw, you shoulda knew what I had in for you. This crucifix was meant for you.
I do suggest repentance, or
Have Lou go dig a ditch for you.
It's poison in my pen,
I can address death to whomever I choose it should be written to.
Oooooh, I brought a bitch for you, that ass is so cold.
Her first name Nina, and she be singin like her last was Simone.
It ain't my first resort, but if a nigga really trippin, then I'm switchin to the metal arms.
I'll have ya whole street ringin for hours,we filmin telethons.
That nine tend to rumble ya
pack, I take it back to '97,
And try to snipe Gold from the roof like I'm 007.
I saw Gold and his crew,
And knew I coulda put a hole in one, but theeeeeen....
I figured I'd wait, cause if I had
Let it "go" you woulda caught yo "L" too early, it'd all be "fin".
'Fore I was born I graduated the hard knock academy, sport.
So aim it clean and leave you a "mess, I can". They'll have to bury you in Khakis and Cort's.
Act like you got loose change,
See if I don't make you leak about a half of a quart.
Y'all niggas bummy like "Lemme hold a half of a Port."
I inhale the kinda Mary, you could smell it from the back of the court.
See y'all be wishin for a shot, I just be out scorin.
Go shot for shot wit whoever, I bet I out score em.
For sleepin on me, I will lay a nigga out, snorin.
Then aim what I bare at ya chest, give you some Ralph Lauren.
Or switch it, hop in my bitch whip, and if that Volvo catch ya.
Horses runnin over ya chest, that's a Polo sweater.
You ain't know no better, I'm in a class just above.
Like twitter and Facebook, we ain't got equal statuses, bruh.
It's gon feel like you took two L's if we match this shit up.
Gabi said she couldn't, but I promise I could clap this shit up!
Ya girl like battles right?
Well if I ever catch the lil slut,
I'll rap to her, before I wrap her ass up, is that romantic or what?
Take her back to ya crib, coulda sworn I heard her ask me to cut.
So I did.
Stabbed ya bitch, then ran the bitch a bath full of blood.
And ain't een fuck!
Cause her body was Bonnie......but I swear that face was Gattas's bruh.
I'm askin you what?
You thought you was gon get here, a body?
I stashed a few slugs,
If after this you feel like you salty.
Cause I ain't een come to battle, just to tell you you wack.
Only way you get anywhere off this L, is if you sell me a sack.
Word.
My words put against your sentences.
Fuck a murder in the first, you get murder in a verse,
My words worth sentences.
Your words worth censorship,
Mine fly like bullets, and with this kinda "K"?
My "G", I'm a poet, I got
Wordsworth penmanship.
Now gon head and talk about some
IC shit, or how I look like Wale.
I'll just be lampin with this banana,
Ready to let it hit you with that flambé.
Cause I ain't een come to battle. Just to tell you you wack.
Time's up, if you got that fye, my nigga sell me a sack.
Word.
