Mileage
Cold child born in June
No father but its cool
He was destined for the loot
On his momma's kids
Grew up feeling all the doom
Emaciated by fumes
Gripped the grain on the truth
He was trying to live
Never understood the way his life would go
So he kept by himself
Boy, he stuck to the code
Everybody look at him different
Ghetto and rough
His own race never showed him no love
They had doctors, lawyers
Engineers on their side
They had both parents
Two stories, happiness in they lives
Meanwhile, his momma struggling
No one ever knew the truth
Deep down, boy, he was suffering
Born in a difficult predicament
Watching his momma go through hell
And him not doing shit
And now he looking for blood
Every chance he get
Better believe me
He grew up with a brain to win
Cause I can't lose
Motherfuckers'll claim
That they do love you when they use you
I got this pain in my heart
It ain't voodoo
They were so fake to my love
It was crucial
Momma, I'm sorry
But they got food that they spot
Momma, I'm sorry
But I'ma take what they got
Momma, I'm sorry
You know I can't never stop
Momma, I'm sorry
I'ma take what the fuck I want
2018, a phoenix rose from the ashes
First to the south, boy, I was training with masses
2019, Japan for my first lashes
2021 came back with a fucking passion
Chasing guala was on the top of my schedule
Pacific Northwest was calling me for the danger
Road running boy, of course, speed was my sport
My vision filled with aggression
I couldn't be no dork, no
Kept running laps, couldn't sleep
Back to north, down south for the weeks, yup
Killing myself for the keeps
Work mode on repeat, never felt no defeat
Fast forward 2023, I'm overseas
Soon headed back home for the peace
I need my throne, brother, kingdom fit for a king
And if they speak on me now, I'ma have no words
A king can't speak to peasants
I don't fuck with nerds
Cause I can't lose
Motherfuckers'll claim that they do love you
And they use you
I got this pain in my heart
It ain't voodoo
They were so fake to my love
It was crucial
Damn
Mama, I'm sorry, but they got food that they spot
Mama, I'm sorry, but I'ma take what they got
Mama, I'm sorry, you know I can't ever stop
Mama, I'm sorry, but I'ma take what I want
I'ma take what they got
No father but its cool
He was destined for the loot
On his momma's kids
Grew up feeling all the doom
Emaciated by fumes
Gripped the grain on the truth
He was trying to live
Never understood the way his life would go
So he kept by himself
Boy, he stuck to the code
Everybody look at him different
Ghetto and rough
His own race never showed him no love
They had doctors, lawyers
Engineers on their side
They had both parents
Two stories, happiness in they lives
Meanwhile, his momma struggling
No one ever knew the truth
Deep down, boy, he was suffering
Born in a difficult predicament
Watching his momma go through hell
And him not doing shit
And now he looking for blood
Every chance he get
Better believe me
He grew up with a brain to win
Cause I can't lose
Motherfuckers'll claim
That they do love you when they use you
I got this pain in my heart
It ain't voodoo
They were so fake to my love
It was crucial
Momma, I'm sorry
But they got food that they spot
Momma, I'm sorry
But I'ma take what they got
Momma, I'm sorry
You know I can't never stop
Momma, I'm sorry
I'ma take what the fuck I want
2018, a phoenix rose from the ashes
First to the south, boy, I was training with masses
2019, Japan for my first lashes
2021 came back with a fucking passion
Chasing guala was on the top of my schedule
Pacific Northwest was calling me for the danger
Road running boy, of course, speed was my sport
My vision filled with aggression
I couldn't be no dork, no
Kept running laps, couldn't sleep
Back to north, down south for the weeks, yup
Killing myself for the keeps
Work mode on repeat, never felt no defeat
Fast forward 2023, I'm overseas
Soon headed back home for the peace
I need my throne, brother, kingdom fit for a king
And if they speak on me now, I'ma have no words
A king can't speak to peasants
I don't fuck with nerds
Cause I can't lose
Motherfuckers'll claim that they do love you
And they use you
I got this pain in my heart
It ain't voodoo
They were so fake to my love
It was crucial
Damn
Mama, I'm sorry, but they got food that they spot
Mama, I'm sorry, but I'ma take what they got
Mama, I'm sorry, you know I can't ever stop
Mama, I'm sorry, but I'ma take what I want
I'ma take what they got
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Writer(s): Mevin Deo
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