Miles

Yo Hey Hey Mh Based Based Yeah, look I'ma make this album in a week Long as Nat keep feeding me trees As long as Dahi feed me beats I got heat, parentheses, insert generic line About the sun or Lebron You know the kind these rappers always say I'm miles away, I'm Miles Davis Horny up in Hollywood and mildly famous Miley Cyrus on a molly I don't judge, just smile and wave And by the way this shit been going Shit just flowin' out of me I'm proud to say I got diarrhea in my diary My mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa' My minor logs bring on the stay You niggas hard, oh, how cliché 'Cause yesterday, you was a fucking punk and somehow not today You gon' go and pop that trunk but fear don't pump inside of me Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the one that got away Your niggas looking at a nigga like the one, is that okay? Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away Do what you must I had a fear of death, that shit just died today Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge You see, we all got to die someday, some way White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high In my time, nigga, I chase many dreams I was a hustler, created plenty schemes To get enough of what I need, I would do anything I swear to God, these niggas don't want to see me bling A nigga trying to get it with this pen though So I could do a lil' something for the kinfolk Plus a nigga got a little beef for DM bro And that's the kinda shit a nigga usually seeing flow With the weed and blow, I'm drifting with this So see I'm really all over the place I cover lots of ground and I been creeping undercover for miles And turn hundreds into thousands, into millions Yes, I've chased the Devil with sacrifice the things to make revenue What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies? I mean they ain't never blue true So instead of boo-hooing all the time, I'ma do something about it The solution was grind, get up, get it, live it, shine Never living the life has never entered my mind What do you mean? You're trying to say I can't eat I know it's a dream, you're trying to say I can't live Trying to tell me the sky ain't my limits But I made it and I'm so high Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge You see, we all got to die someday, some way White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high Water breathers fish on my momma's belly to my momma's sneakers Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper, baby With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers Were awesome preachers, write my shitin graffiti, write on the walls of the ether Often reaper's master, you name the place and we can all get deeper The Mayan passed us quickly, we sick of the fear, my nigga, we all Kalifa Call Tamika, roll up another fat one, that's what I call bored beater Nine-millimeter buck when the people are stuck, stay humble as f*ck Man, I'm used to two-seaters A couple of freaks with moves that'll make you loser your peepers When the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion on a large speaker All heart, put on y'all blinkers and y'all thought we was all demons Sanctified with sawed-offs ranging used hollow with all reasons All seasons, all we needin' is whispering winds and all leaves and Call easy, Marcus and Jeffery Dahmer, y'all can haul Eden Croutons, hug niggas and I match they sammies with coupons In a barnyard, smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl, nigga, get your groove on Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge You see, we all got to die someday, some way White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high