Lyrics:
H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off
Got
Who do we belong to, huh
Is it really wrong for us
To make a milli off a buck
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
My garment
saying?
Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
Karreem
about the to and fro, hit me
Come on, you know way down
What George say, fall around, alright
We claim Miles Davis, not Michaelangelo
We playin' D-flat
The next town is 125 miles away
And these very words came into his mind. He said
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising
Oh, and she'll find
wiped off the face of the planet by disease
They claim they have no cure
In the matter of a blinking eye
All of us right now can testify
Take a stand,
cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint
getting diddled
RA's getting replaced
Handprints on chalkboards
Alarms set off by vapes
Doors smashed
Dickgate
Violations
Showers egged
Hot water in one
and hibernated
I'm cold as Miles Davis
I load up then I aim it
No judgment for the plaintiff
It only gets more heinous
Nigga I'm brainless
Like a blind bitch who
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
southbound
[Chorus]
Three hundred miles to Santa Fe
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
Gonna be there by the break of day
And I'm southbound
Three hundred
That's why it's Miles Davis, Kobe, it's Mike time
I keep that GOAT book on the ottoman
And wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered in the 1800s
Y'all
flags on the end
C. Walton, Stacey Adams, five-oh-one
That shit was fascinating
The Miles Davis of gangbangin' and crack slangin'
Drivin' a fresh
forward
Away from the heat of that flame
– Miles Davis
There are two ways of dealing with fear one
Passive, the other active in
The passive mode
We seek
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
girlfriend then take his necklace
My ex girl be pissed off
She say "Greg why you act so aggressive?"
Get in altercations at a Waffle House
We swangin on em
saying?
Afrika Bambaataa, Miles motherfucking Davis, sister Assata Shakur
Once known as Joanne Chesimard, Robert Townsend, Nelson Mandela
Karreem
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
think they know the different
And you think you got the bag
But, between me and you, there's a difference
Black Spider-Man, Miles, made it
Influenced by
their poodle off of a 75th floor ledge
Doink! And he's headed for the ground
At a hundred and seventy five thousand miles per hour
And curchunk he's
shit going down today
Cut her off but I guess I got time today
MVP of the game but who trying to play
Big dawg, see me from a mile away
Like Clifford,
Davis never rang my phone off the hook and I'm not anticipating any phone calls from Spike Lee. Roger Manning says something about hatred and being any
And everybody's from here
But nobody lives here
65,000 residents
But we're well known
You can call it East Boogie
But we just call it home
From Miles Davis
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