Gritty hip hop with 'miami' vibes. With rapping mc, gunshot and latina female spoken sound effects. Explicit lyrics. version. 90 bpm (Emin)
Yo it's 2,000 miles to ride|Clouded skies|Work duct taped in the trunk|Cake and pies|Connected to the mob we them crazy guys|It'll take a whole army just to break the ties|Yes the fire|Baptised let me testify|Give ya ass a whole lead, you couldn't catch the vibe|Bless the tribe|I'm coming at ya set wit knives|You a bad actor how you forget ya lines|Pick a time|Better yet check ya blinds|I got shooters hiding out wit da tecs and nines|Respect da grind|People wanna flex and shine|Only solid real ones go|Through the test of time|Press rewind|A dope dealer, less the crime|Piercing bullets hit ya body from the chest to spine|A cop will put a knee on ya and get lesser time|Give you the answer key still question mine||Now it's 1,000 miles to go|Piles of snow|My convoy in all black|We wildin' yo|Come a long way|To get mounds of dough|Runnin' every red light|We got drinks to pour|Surround the door|Everyone's a sniper pro|You would think it's Nuke Town|How we spike the blow|Light the dro|In the middle of the night we roll|Forget the internet beef|We rather swipe ya soul|Ice a troll|Name a rapper nice and old|It'll take a whole week|Just to write the code|Light the load|Even if you had a strobe|You could bring a street sweeper|Couldn't wipe the road