See my hands start to shake
500 miles push on the disc brake
That shit was way ahead of time, had emcees runnin' miles,
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive
I'm fucked up and this fucking feeling like 8 miles,
Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet
Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
My heart races a million miles
If i could have 25 wives
And i got 'em running miles,
Picture me lettin this chump survive
Every day we fight the system, just to make our way
Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away
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