Thousand Miles (feat. Dolla Black & Yung Jewelz)
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been doing my thang
A thousand and running, you know how I coming, I'm up in the booth with the gang
Ain't no new friends, just me & my man's, & ain't a damn thing changed
All bout these bands, you get in the way, we sending a few at ya frame
Might send a few to ya brain
Clip extended, wouldn't recommend it, & I'm talking to you & ya mane
Dumb & dumber, I'll take ya under if Im catching ya swerving my lane
Dré Dys don't play nice, man I swear that the flow is insane
& I know that you know the shit mane
Ya face been showing mane
Mad ass, at the fat ass, that's been taking the game by storm
I'm still loading, on the beat I'm flowing, but the kid is just getting warmed
Up, drank in my cup, turn the beat up
BDE, boy we ain't letting up
RIP, boy it's up & it's stuck
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
Ooo these niggas is mad, they walk around with the shit face
Mad cause a nigga been paid, this a marathon not a sprint race
I got 601 ways to get it, so wtf is quitting
Y'all can't fuck with me, end of the sentence
Bitch that is period, this shit is serious
Fuck you up and leave you looking mysterious
I'm on that big shit, #1 on her wish list
No lovey dovey, no kiss kiss, don't got time for all of that simp shit
Not a pimp, bitch, just a Mac if you call it
Worried bout grinding and balling
Just pass me the Spaulding and I'm on they ass like I'm Kobe
Shootin that bitch like I'm Tony
It's on me and in me, just know that I ride with that glizzy
I hate for you to come up missing
Talk about everyone round me but won't mention my name
Him, her, & her are you fckin insane?
I'm the hottest thing smoking, bitch my track record the shit
So I get why you niggas be hating and I get why you niggas just pissed
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
Headliner with a profile, bitch I'm back in my ziplock
Heavy weight in real life, boy I don't do it for TikTok
Problem if you a problem, label slang, watch em get dropped
Bass head gave my base head while I pull on her dread locks
If we gone talk shop, nigga talk bread
Cause talking like you got a bag, but ain't paying shit, boy gone head
I'm from the generation of big business, pimpin, and kept words
Pacing and ask questions, after whoever ass get kicked first
Dré know we aiming at big work, from the ground up, niggas know how I do
Told him the goal is to get so many, we forget how many, so we blow off a few
Couple niggas know they talked down before we got up, now they paying the price
Calling game like we made the game and my nigga D got em rolling the dice, nigga yeah
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been doing my thang
A thousand and running, you know how I coming, I'm up in the booth with the gang
Ain't no new friends, just me & my man's, & ain't a damn thing changed
All bout these bands, you get in the way, we sending a few at ya frame
Might send a few to ya brain
Clip extended, wouldn't recommend it, & I'm talking to you & ya mane
Dumb & dumber, I'll take ya under if Im catching ya swerving my lane
Dré Dys don't play nice, man I swear that the flow is insane
& I know that you know the shit mane
Ya face been showing mane
Mad ass, at the fat ass, that's been taking the game by storm
I'm still loading, on the beat I'm flowing, but the kid is just getting warmed
Up, drank in my cup, turn the beat up
BDE, boy we ain't letting up
RIP, boy it's up & it's stuck
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
Ooo these niggas is mad, they walk around with the shit face
Mad cause a nigga been paid, this a marathon not a sprint race
I got 601 ways to get it, so wtf is quitting
Y'all can't fuck with me, end of the sentence
Bitch that is period, this shit is serious
Fuck you up and leave you looking mysterious
I'm on that big shit, #1 on her wish list
No lovey dovey, no kiss kiss, don't got time for all of that simp shit
Not a pimp, bitch, just a Mac if you call it
Worried bout grinding and balling
Just pass me the Spaulding and I'm on they ass like I'm Kobe
Shootin that bitch like I'm Tony
It's on me and in me, just know that I ride with that glizzy
I hate for you to come up missing
Talk about everyone round me but won't mention my name
Him, her, & her are you fckin insane?
I'm the hottest thing smoking, bitch my track record the shit
So I get why you niggas be hating and I get why you niggas just pissed
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
Headliner with a profile, bitch I'm back in my ziplock
Heavy weight in real life, boy I don't do it for TikTok
Problem if you a problem, label slang, watch em get dropped
Bass head gave my base head while I pull on her dread locks
If we gone talk shop, nigga talk bread
Cause talking like you got a bag, but ain't paying shit, boy gone head
I'm from the generation of big business, pimpin, and kept words
Pacing and ask questions, after whoever ass get kicked first
Dré know we aiming at big work, from the ground up, niggas know how I do
Told him the goal is to get so many, we forget how many, so we blow off a few
Couple niggas know they talked down before we got up, now they paying the price
Calling game like we made the game and my nigga D got em rolling the dice, nigga yeah
I'm on my grind, it feel like it's time, a nigga been chasing the bag
A thousand and running you know how I'm coming, the boy been getting the cash
Prime time with the rock
Rick & Morty in the lab
Reggie Miller with the shot
I know that these niggas is mad
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Dyson Ii
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