9 Miles [Verse 1] See I dont live in hazardous conditions Round gangsters and their pistols Im not having any issues Dont wear around no teflones Am I not the realest? Since I aint gather round my chrk If someones passing on crib with Out asking for permission Or arent you catching any feelings Though Im handsome and my lyrics Are a pathway or pain killers For drastical descisions? Or absolute love hidden Well if thats your damn opinion I guess Ill never make a living of this Fuck this Wanna win fore I die Set my vision on rap Darkened my mind and my mimc and I Made a sinister plot Im a meanace to god Middlefinger up high Rap and brag bout women that die And men that get shot Im livin a crime Yo my feeling tonight Fuck a limit I shit on the sky And I never will stop since its never enough I wanna become myself but cant get that from my past So I managed my wrath And ravage the land Sabotage yall So I can blow without a hazardous past But its a hazardous path My way cant be walked without some scratches and scars Cutting my way with words Machette? Fuck it If there were Just 2 ways Id take the third I would bring hope to the scene But in what world does dope not mean green Yo, My road, as it seems Has some unfortunate seeds Now get up! [Hook] I cant count the amount of lines I wrote The times I hoped My likes blowed When the rhymes the flow Improved I felt like a G.O.A.T But am I out there? No! My path is longer Feels like 9 mile road [Verse 2] See what the problem is I get some fucking compliments Underground Opposite Of what the damn masses say Ill make my rappers way! But its just me that thinks this way, thinks I got things to say Yeah right , like my friends would say You suck, youre not tupac! When you thought you was good enough to rap you was fucked, fully stuck in a youths dream! Why do that? You have good wealth, go to school and you gon graduate in a few months This is what I wrote here Listen to it closely! Its whack! Its not! Youve heard it but listening? No! I wont! Why would it be you that turns out as special! Huh? Track after track I throw a shadow on rap Never will get How fake fags like Kanye Make stacks of money 2 Chainz aint different Hes just straight up retarded You aint that classic when I kick it Like spastics Im a sick pig Fake ass rappers like Nicki [Hook] I cant count the amount of lines I wrote The times I hoped My likes blowed When the rhymes the flow Improved I felt like a G.O.A.T But am I out there? No! My path is longer Feels like 9 mile road [Verse 3] Now you live in hazardous conditions Round a gangster and his pistol Gather round your bitches! Im passing on your clique in My black VW and hit you! You were a friend, a sibling Youre asking for forgiveness? You clap your hands for happiness Im clapping cause of sickness My habbit is my issue No habitat of villains? I am and make them! With this Im narrowing your niches! This is not the only thing for me You probably aint feeling me Cause I dont need no deal to breath Got money independenly A job? I aint a true mc! When my shit be dropping, bitch, your life ends! It goes from violence to violins, from sirens to silence, from a crime scene to a file in the crime scene Youre forgotten, throtteled, rotting in my Rottweilers dogshit pile bitch Expired like Orlando Bloom Youre wayne! This is hard and brutal My heart is ruthless My bodys full of scars and bruises I will use saws and screws till every Gee has heard of me Kiss my girls both cheeks and Forehead farewell See who would have thought the next big war would be started from Germany Fuck, I dont know the fucking life in the hood Maybe there is an advantage of beeing white in this world Its no secret the police prefers whites over blacks So I cant rap?! Fuck this I will make it My will will make me make it War! Spray with AKs and make it rain brains [Hook] I cant count the amount of lines I wrote The times I hoped My likes blowed When the rhymes the flow Improved I felt like a G.O.A.T But am I out there? No! My path is longer Feels like 9 mile road [Verse 4] Spray on Rick Ross Rape some singers Fuck peace bitch, Ill break your index This is ammageddon Imma get em Im spitting fuck lamas, kill em Fuck you, you bitches funny MindstatePoor to make money? Im a bar keeper! And you couldnt touch this Trust this Ive been lied to, betrayed with disguises of angels, no one does or will believe in me You will burn within, seeing me on fire Hold on to reach Cold thought feelings A Moment of peace Try to remember my heart Think of the past Thinking of love But then there was you Again I just start To sink into wrath Drown and never come back This game I play is a maze with plenty ways in but no way out Miserable odds I shouldnt let out Whats inside this is still rap Actually yo, fuck lifting the bar Picture that! I sit in the dark Tryn to forgive all of yall Face in spread fingers and palms Shiver of wrath Try to rip it apart Forgiveness is far Its me and I Myself The man that stands there in the mirror and god Vision is blurred The Mimic is dark My vengeance is harsh The mirrors are crashed Splitted in parts And it isnt enough Till I am drinking the blood Of those who made me this A deamon of love Within my heart You kinda made me be me Not fairly treated Not happily nor happy ever to be But does it matter to me? Rap to live? No! Living to rap No need to live in the past? Will I forgive you at last? I guess no...not at all In front of me theres years of fucking monologue Im an intruder, huh? Telling me that I do not belong at all? Its just a dream Im just a kid napping? Sneak in the crib cock the cloroform Fucking dont belong? Talk to me if you can say that in rhymes Yall are famous childs Yo, if stardom or not Hot or flop Drop or not This motherfucking game is mine
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