Distant
I'm exhausted
Smoke didn't fill my chest
Yet I'm still coughing
Under the weather
I'll feel better in the morning
Maybe I won't though
Keep that in my brain
Where it will not show
I know
They don't love me the way they say
They don't respect the shit I do
It's like I'm driving on the one way
About to slam right into you
Moving with a different type of peace
Not the heat
I got lost in defeat
Outta reach
Couldn't even flow on the beat
It was deep
Now we floating up shits creek
Cause the deal is done the contracts complete
We dancing on the table at the label tryna eat
But it's cutthroat
That means they never have a seat
For a spitta that looks like me
They want
Past crash bandicoot
Barracudas niggas
With shooters
That be demanding loot
Cameras on a Spanish roof
Emmanuel Sanders mansion money's intangible
Liquid is hard to handle
The bank is just like a tank
That be sacking a quarter back
Feeling like John randle or even a K Mack
Til a flag
Gets thrown up
And Then the bags fucked up
All that's left is the rummage and the scraps
I been distant tryna find
All the things I left behind
Smoke didn't fill my chest
Yet I'm still coughing
Under the weather
I'll feel better in the morning
Maybe I won't though
Keep that in my brain
Where it will not show
I know
They don't love me the way they say
They don't respect the shit I do
It's like I'm driving on the one way
About to slam right into you
Moving with a different type of peace
Not the heat
I got lost in defeat
Outta reach
Couldn't even flow on the beat
It was deep
Now we floating up shits creek
Cause the deal is done the contracts complete
We dancing on the table at the label tryna eat
But it's cutthroat
That means they never have a seat
For a spitta that looks like me
They want
Past crash bandicoot
Barracudas niggas
With shooters
That be demanding loot
Cameras on a Spanish roof
Emmanuel Sanders mansion money's intangible
Liquid is hard to handle
The bank is just like a tank
That be sacking a quarter back
Feeling like John randle or even a K Mack
Til a flag
Gets thrown up
And Then the bags fucked up
All that's left is the rummage and the scraps
I been distant tryna find
All the things I left behind
Credits
Writer(s): Dalaun Andrade
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