Текст песни Distance (feat. Conway the Machine & Ghostface Killah) - Ghostface Killah , Russ , Conway the Machine

Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up
For real
CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only

My name is tatted on titties and asses
'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indianapolis
My passion took me past the pessimists, cash benefits
First class Emirates, impact megalith
Set in stone, when in Rome, I'ma do what Russ does
Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?
Haters sayin', "Fuck Russ", women tryna fuck Russ
Y'all streams ain't really Bs, I don't trust buzz

I'm your dream girl screensaver, kill the pussy, cremate it
You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you
I live music, think big, yeah, I see major
Cross the line, you in extreme danger
I ain't playin' peacemaker, my appearance makes me seem safer
Nah, for real though (nah, for real though)
I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed
Lot of perks since I popped, no pills though, ran up another mil', ho

Gracefully, things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me
Gettin' so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me
It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie
Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous please
Someone send a sedative, pressure of bein' president
Fuck it though, life is better rich, I don't think I should question it
Rebel against the record biz is what I represent
'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence

Strange like Bellatrix
On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list
Make their heads spin like an Exorcist
I put the Ms before my X like Mexican
Then I can invest in the lovely stuff I did, it's all about intelligence
Movin' Mount Everest without ever sweatin', it's elegance, but
Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?
'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin' but root for me when I'm losin'
It's confusin' (for real)

I went the distance without their assistance
Now they're mad they missed on me
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they're mad they missed on me
I went the distance without their assistance
Now they're mad they missed on me (yeah)
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they're mad they missed on me

Look, I was the nigga that they counted out
Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out
They so opiniated but can't go in the stash and pull a thousand out
I let this water on my neck drown 'em out
I show love to niggas that I was never shown
Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home
Momma did drugs, grandfather needed methadone
Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a steppin' stone

Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me
You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?
Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I felt weak
Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to Dr. Melfi (talk to 'em)
And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales peak
Went to the protests, just to get a selfie
To put it on your pages, post it for the likes
Dawg, you a star, you supposed to give us light

Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype
Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light
Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right
I sold a brick of white, smoked a nigga twice, you know I spent my life (ooh)
And all my shit is nice, we ain't the same, you never did nothin' (nah)
Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'
Joke about my face but your bitch love it
Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get the gist of it
Machine, bitch

I went the distance without their assistance
Now they're mad they missed on me
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they're mad they missed on me
I went the distance without their assistance
Now they're mad they missed on me
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they're mad they missed on me

Yeah, yo, uh, rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights
You niggas run up on me like I'm Iron Mike
Sippin' macchiato, Starbucks
Pinky ring, see the heat steamin' out a large cup
Furry white hat (yeah)
Under my wing is a yellow bag, Tiffany deuce deuces
We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout you roosters
Every bitch I get, I'm like, "Nigga, this my new shit", no cap

Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow
We up in Chase throwing numbers like Cus D'Amato
With just a viral, then escape to Cabo
Town, got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados
Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders
Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em
Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex
Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs

Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals
Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stand next to you
My soul can't be sold or stole
Peace be upon the Prophet Muhammad, I embrace what he told
They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it
So much money and I ain't even Jewish
Meet the team, say we stay jumpin' out the newest
We pounding everything, don't give a fuck who your boo is
Sing the hook

I went the distance without their assistance
Now they're mad they missed on me
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they're mad they missed on me
I went the distance without their assistance
Now they're mad they missed on me
Through the resistance, label me a mischief
Now they're mad they missed on me