Murrel, j.bailey - Miles 2 Go Lyrics

Blunt smoke
One toke I become woke
Ya still mourning I let it rain and leave my sun soaked
Man ya'll just roaches of a "J" that was once rolled
One hit from a clip and you bitches are done for
Plagued by the ghosts of writers when I put em down
Had to make sure none were my "dogs" before I took em out
Words holding so much weight you'd swear they pushing pounds
But you couldn't vouch a good amount so you just took an ounce
Listen to these words and reap praise to your new Messiah
It's do or die nobody else can ever do what I do
You wanna lose ya life for jewels and ice and the newest iPhone
You just like butterfly doors cuz y'all both suicidal
Life on the line guess it's time to "dial" it in
My "bars" never got "reception" but I'll try once again
Eyes on the prize and a price on your head
I shelved myself for way too long so it's time to begin

Dying to live
Trying to die when we're rich
If I die before I get there
Life's a son of a bitch
We had a good ride
And a hell of a time
But I've got miles two go
On the rest of my life

One sip of this liquor I turn to a modern poet
Watch and observe as I turn this beat to a Picasso portrait
You couldn't fill it with "led" with your gun drawn locked and loaded
All you do is waste lines so you resort to shots below it
Omnipotent with these words magnum opus godly culprit
Give me a fucking mic and watch me raise your bitches oxytocin
But tell her to give me space since she make me claustrophobic
I'm trying to put ice on my wrist she trying to watch some frozen
Bitch I'm back on my shit
Thirteen years later I'm still on some rapping god shit
Trying to hit this out the park on some Barry Bonds shit
Cuz I hit my prime today on some Amazon shit
Muhfuckas watching me like a posturepedic I caught em sleeping
Fucking dogs in heat please get your bitch ass off my penis
College reject off the deep end leave the bodies bleeding
Shit they should've learned to never take offense with sloppy defense

Dying to live
Trying to die when we're rich
If I die before I get there
Life's a son of a bitch
We had a good ride
And a hell of a time
But I've got miles two go
On the rest of my life