I'm fucked up and this fucking feeling like 8 miles,
And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights
Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks
Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
That shit was way ahead of time, had emcees runnin' miles,
Every day we fight the system, just to make our way
Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away
Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights
Bother me to flow the prodigy child not too hot or too mild running miles
And i got 'em running miles,
Picture me lettin this chump survive
I probably go less miles, stayin in a smaller circle
So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal
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