Distant (feat.Rell Marlee)

This the realest shit I ever wrote This the dopest shit I ever smoked Hustle and my grind is all I got with a couple dollars and a little hope My right hand man and a warm coat This cold world ain't for many folks So when the chance come to leave this place I promise you I wont choke Im from where the dreams are distant We dont nae nae we just whip it Up in kennedy fried counting up all of this chicken I find me a bag then i flip it Split me a dutch mind my buisness Your bitches mind on my buisness I wish i could say i was kidding I wish i could say i was kidding she bad to you when she go missing Im fuckin her good in my kitchen She calling her friend for assistance Get back to the buisness go get it Get back to the business I get it 3.5 what's in it Money on the table let's get it Imma special kinda cat Right or wrong im speaking facts I never forget where i come from Yankee fitted with a side patch Harlems always where its at We start the trends and give world that She want the dick i give her all that And leave the convo on the door mat Everyday i feel i grow up Still that nigga that dont pour up I chef a plan and then i roll up I need money i cant fold up Work a hustle till it smell must Moms trippn cuz im movin sus bills payed she aint saying much Potheads got me in a rush Missing calls gettin laid Step back on a hoe like a fadeaway I smoke to make my troubles go away The stress done made me see no light of day The shit I seen with color turning grey Fuck it tho what else I gotta say Backwood I dont ever weigh Quarter pound in the ash tray I cant turn my diamonds flash off Strawberry that's a bad cough My bitches strut to me on asphalt She grab attention it's her ass fault The shit that's on me they dont make no more Or probably some shit you ain't see before My name is known to travel like a tour I got my own I do not need what's yours Im from where the dreams are distant We dont nae nae we just whip it Up in kennedy fried counting up all of this chicken I find me a bag then i flip it Split me a dutch mind my buisness your bitches mind on my buisness I wish i could say i was kidding I wish i could say i was kidding she bad to you when she go missing Im fuckin her good in my kitchen She calling her friend for assistance Get back to the buisness go get it Get back to the business I get it 3.5 what's in it Money on the table let's get it Money driven never sober still aint got me a Chaffeur Shoulder everything I’m spose to Hold em down like its poker  Build em up like it’s tetris break it down then I text it  Got a baddie from texas She eat me up then make breakfast Use to want me a lexus now i want me a rover  I got all these goals and I’m only getting older  See these streets so cold and its only getting colder  Yeah those all ya bros a bunch of rats and cobras Killin beats that’s a massacre watch me hustle hard like a Galager  Got a half a pound in the accura If you take a break then I’m passing ya  I ain’t really wit the acting but a nigga tone deaf when they asking stuff Conquer Rome next then I ash the blunt Got a strong urge just to stash and run  I need my space roll a 8th and ima take that to the face  Forgiatos when I pull up to the place Purple nuggets rolled I’m on a paper chase Don’t I do it don’t i do it don’t I Im from where the dreams are distant We dont nae nae we just whip it Up in kennedy fried counting up all of this chicken I find me a bag then i flip it Split me a dutch mind my buisness Your bitches mind on my buisness I wish i could say i was kidding I wish i could say i was kidding she bad to you when she go missing Im fuckin her good in my kitchen She calling her friend for assistance Get back to the buisness go get it Get back to the business I get it 3.5 what's in it Money on the table let's get it