100 Miles

We after the money
100 more miles to go
Hands hurt from the struggle

100 more miles to go
When we get there
You better beware
A few more feet and I'm through
No more running

I'm so sick of climbing
I'm tired of fighting now
Even if you try me
Imma strike like lighting

You can't take step in my shoes
Never mind if the shoe fits
I put a lot of miles and worn down all The treads to have to put up with this shit

I'm back in the water
Like I jumped in the deep end
Im Always taken my half there since No even Steven's
Woke up them up when they heard Of me
Na I caught them sleepin
Asked me if I cleaned my closet out
I said no
I got some demons

I need someone to wake me from this dementia
I'm on another level
Like a whole different dimension
I also failed to mention my Prediction
That when I retire early at this age
I'm taking my whole pension
Look

We after the money
100 more miles to go
Hands hurt from the struggle
When we get there
You better beware
A few more shots
I reload and I'm gunning

I never talk about luxury rap
Most of us don't have the luxury
To get out of the trap
Some of y'all think you lifted when you cashing them stacks
But most of y'all be making money off Packing them Rats

I'll cook em like kings court
Back in Freeport
Fucked up off the menthol
Woke up in Newport
Headed straight to New York
Eyes low and banging the shit out the Window
Measure up to my level to
Like I was too short

They called me crazy
Like Mucho loco
Steaming out like a hot pot of tea
On track Like I am loco

My motives are clear
I can even corner ya
Just by looking through
The right side eye sight of my cornea

So don't be mad at me, when I flip This place upside down like we lost Gravity
Have them yelling it's a travesty
Knowing full well on that when I Jump in the booth
They know I'm wreck less and
I'm causing lots of casualties

Feeling numb like I took a shot of
Anesthesia
Forgetting shit all the time like I have Amnesia
I was starving
And money hungry so I bad i was breaking the half
I noticed I had paramnesia

We after the money
100 more miles to go
Hands hurt from the struggle
100 more miles to go
When we get there
You better beware
A few more clips, I reload and I'm Hunting

Back again with another rappy trend
When I Twist and turn them
Call it chiropractic bend
Like a twizzler stick
Ring them out with the bells
Big Ben and make my knots thick
Leaving traces of my pen

Like an artist I drew the line
Between them and I
That's when I decided to apply
As an astronaut my Artistry to this place my exhibits on loose leaf
I'm redesigning my creative space

Struggling to have a pot to piss in
I thought about it and had hind sight
Of my position
Strong armed my pride against all of My oppositions
That's when I made out the mud
And focused on my mission

Lost in my mind
Thoughts are inner twined of how I'mma plan this out and leave it all Behind
But I won't leave it half past a quarter
Cause everything i do, I do it all for My son and my daughter

Scraping by to make a change
Came from rags to riches just by Saying my name
The industry makes tough for a Father like me to keep it 100

We after the money
100 more miles to go
Hands hurt from the struggle
100 more miles to go
When we get there
You better beware
100 miles made it through
No more running

100 miles made it through
No more running