Lyrics Lifted Part 2 - Mile

Woo, hahaha, scary
Okay! Yo
My skin black, my blood blue
My cup red, this drink purple
I think green, I talk white
I'm 'bout as high as the waistline on Urkel
These niggas talking - my team walk it
Taking shots and my team cock it
Small timers in the big city
But name any other niggas you seen popping (good Lord!)
Rules are no better than glass
Haven't seen pussy that's better than cash
Haven't seen niggas as good as my team
And I'm better than them: what's that say 'bout yo ass?
Woo! That shit gon' get me in trouble
They know it's love, no need for rebuttals
I'm still calling these audibles in the huddle
You niggas ain't deep - got my feet in your puddle
Only thing I'm looking for's the bottom of the bottle
Hotboxing on my own, got my heart feeling hollow
Got the smoke, for the mirrors,
For the niggas that you follow
Got an eye on everybody I know, whoa, so -
I might have a couple things just sitting in my system
Got me thinking
Things are different, things are different baby
Finally got a couple people listening
I ain't tripping, it was written
Fuck the system, fuck the system baby
Fire up the pistons, make a living off what's given
It's a given
We just out here getting lifted baby
(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby
(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby!
Concussion-inducing hallucinogens
Proof in the girls that be getting loose with their friends
Yeah I'm flying through the ceiling and I'm roofing again
And my life is a movie you niggas spoofing again
(Maiwe!) I'm so Warner Bros
So all you motherfuckers better warn them hoes
I'm living life like I'm hip-hop's cornerstone
I'm tryna die for my niggas I was born alone, let them know
Sip slow, live fast, die young, older money-
I'm an oxymoron
The only thing that could kill me now-
If this little mixture of toxins goes wrong
But ain't nobody gonna fill my shoes
Gonna walk my walk, gonna pay my dues
Fuck my hoes, gonna feel my crew
You might get it online, but I'm real life cool woo!
Valedictorian: came to Rehab and gave it a little class
Xndr took off like a rocket ship
When I lit a little fire up under his ass
I'm high high - kush and reefer
Smoking on that Wiz Khalifa
Scarface life can't get no deeper
You can tell them all it's a re-up
Ugh!
I might have a couple things just sitting in my system
Got me thinking
Things are different, things are different baby
Finally got a couple people listening
I ain't tripping, it was written
Fuck the system, fuck the system baby
Fire up the pistons, make a living off what's given
It's a given
We just out here getting lifted baby
(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby
(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby!
How you feel about telling your dreams to your family
And they sit over the fact that they don't understand?
Tryna put your name on a blimp
But niggas taking more damn shots like it's pics for the gram
Tryna get it right for these two-faced vipers that hype you
Whenever there's a mic in your hand
Till I realize haters are type of a fan
Mind-blown: triple entendre
I'm nice with a pen, no fights with a stan
Your words linger in the air till lightning strikes
Like you flying kites with the man
But my shit's bulletproof and safeguard
Turning cynics into real believers
And my proving ground into a graveyard
Body body anybody tryna fuck with my heart and mind and soul
Till I put one in they hearts or mines
And they tryna find your soul
You niggas is pressure for diamonds behind the coal
It's a cold world till you find Roc Nation
They make you dumber for tryna flow
The silver-tongue want a diamond cause it ain't a common goal(d)
Get it? Fuck whatever you call
Greatness; we are movers and shakers
Like an earthquake while I'm driving a U-Haul
Tryna suck the life out my true blood
Then I blow brains on a canvas: true art
Suicidal in the booth art
Put my little brother through school art
Give him all the chances I had
When I was a little younger and the money came through art
Now I'm tryna make it all through art
I tear this whole motherfucker down to rebuild it
Ain't no such thing as too far
I might have a couple things just sitting in my system
Got me thinking
Things are different, things are different baby
Finally got a couple people listening
I ain't tripping, it was written
Fuck the system, fuck the system baby
Fire up the pistons, make a living off what's given
It's a given
We just out here getting lifted baby
(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby
(Ayo ayo ay) we just out here getting lifted baby!
I just want you to know
That I am welcome
To the possibility of this not being the end of my journey
Hell I know it isn't
But, I wish you were here
To see me through it at the very least
And, I know Mom does as well
And my little brother, he...
He barely remembers you but
We're all he's got
And we're trying to be the best representation of
The best version of you
That there ever was...
I love you, and maybe that's the only love that counts
Maybe that's the only one that exists:
The kind you're born with
The kind you're shown
The people you're given
Maybe there's more to me than I thought
Or maybe it's a symbol of hope for something more...
Mom got you a nice gravestone
I wish you could see how everything's changing
Just know I'm gonna be back here to tell you all about it
I miss you
Goodbye