Miles (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

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Hey

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Based

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Yeah, look

I'ma make this album in a week

Long as Nat keep feeding me trees

As long as Dahi feed me beats

I got heat, parentheses, insert generic line

About the sun or Lebron

You know the kind these rappers always say

I'm miles away, I'm Miles Davis

Horny up in Hollywood and mildly famous

Miley Cyrus on a molly

I don't judge, just smile and wave

And by the way this shit been going

Shit just flowin' out of me

I'm proud to say I got diarrhea in my diary

My mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa'

My minor logs bring on the stay

You niggas hard, oh, how cliché

'Cause yesterday, you was a fucking punk and somehow not today

You gon' go and pop that trunk but fear don't pump inside of me

Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the one that got away

Your niggas looking at a nigga like the one, is that okay?

Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away

Do what you must I had a fear of death, that shit just died today

Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge

Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words

Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins

The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge

You see, we all got to die someday, some way

White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay

Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains

Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

In my time, nigga, I chase many dreams

I was a hustler, created plenty schemes

To get enough of what I need, I would do anything

I swear to God, these niggas don't want to see me bling

A nigga trying to get it with this pen though

So I could do a lil' something for the kinfolk

Plus a nigga got a little beef for DM bro

And that's the kinda shit a nigga usually seeing flow

With the weed and blow, I'm drifting with this

So see I'm really all over the place

I cover lots of ground and I been creeping undercover for miles

And turn hundreds into thousands, into millions

Yes, I've chased the Devil with sacrifice the things to make revenue

What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies?

I mean they ain't never blue true

So instead of boo-hooing all the time, I'ma do something about it

The solution was grind, get up, get it, live it, shine

Never living the life has never entered my mind

What do you mean? You're trying to say I can't eat

I know it's a dream, you're trying to say I can't live

Trying to tell me the sky ain't my limits

But I made it and I'm so high

Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge

Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words

Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins

The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge

You see, we all got to die someday, some way

White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay

Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains

Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

Water breathers

fish on my momma's belly to my momma's sneakers

Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper, baby

With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers

Were awesome preachers, write my shitin graffiti, write on the walls of the ether

Often reaper's master, you name the place and we can all get deeper

The Mayan passed us quickly, we sick of the fear, my nigga, we all Kalifa

Call Tamika, roll up another fat one, that's what I call bored beater

Nine-millimeter buck when the people are stuck, stay humble as fuck

Man, I'm used to two-seaters

A couple of freaks with moves that'll make you loser your peepers

When the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion on a large speaker

All heart, put on y'all blinkers and y'all thought we was all demons

Sanctified with sawed-offs ranging used hollow with all reasons

All seasons, all we needin' is whispering winds and all leaves and

Call easy, Marcus and Jeffery Dahmer, y'all can haul Eden

Croutons, hug niggas and I match they sammies with coupons

In a barnyard, smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl, nigga, get your groove on

Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge

Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words

Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins

The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge

You see, we all got to die someday, some way

White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay

Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains

Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high

Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high