Ei8ht Mile

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WhYJay
 I love Chris Rich
 Yo, I don't really fuck with the trap like that
 But the income coming in fast (yeah)
 Never had one grand to my name
 Left work, same year, made money off rap
 When I sit back, think life changed
 Same way I'm still Aitch, that's nuttin' but facts
 Put my money in bricks, not cocaine ones
 Young boss, man's juggling gaffs
 Talk like you're bad and you shoot like Kobe
 'Til you get left scarface like Tony
 Lyin', he weren't ever on like Iwobi
 I'm richer than all them opps, ask Sony (ask them)
 Still washin' up white like Persil
 Then I put it in a zip bag like Virgil (bag it)
 When I was on the wing like Ozil
 Bangin' my door like my house got burgled
 Yeah, cash in the bag, got a big one
 Count four scores then I fold the fifth one
 Quick ten more, flick through, that's a quid gone
 Five more less, splash that, it got dripped on (like)
 Dig-DigDat, know what my name is
 Bust down two tone, thought it was stainless (bust down)
 Gave fifty bags to my jeweller
 I can't take no days off like Bueller
 Never been shot but never been gunman
 Never made gun bang
 But I'll still punch man
 Hop off the plane, got me doin' up sun tan
 Gyal on the kid, truss, 'nuff of them love man
 Catch air, I don't no average
 Man gotta go bro, make a pack backflip
 G2 sick on the pitch, they matchfit
 Come through, pick up your bitch, no rampin'
 She got a man, call me when you're horny
 Tell a boy shut up like it was Stormzy (shut up)
 And if I get booked for giggs
 Then I make S spray it cah man don't care (ay, bring that)
 Feds think that I gon' clear
 But I'm still in my trackie and black Moncler
 Back then I had bands in my shoebox
 Mad how I know get it all in credit (money)
 Gyal all sprung when they saw us
 Hop out the tour bus, come in and shell it (shell it)
 And that gyal said she adore us
 Bussin' it for us, tell her don't beg it
 In the studio, gotta wake more up
 Bill up and pour up, fuck it, let's get it
 Got groupies showin' man more love
 But I get bored 'cause it's nuttin' impressive
 Run t'ru Shanequa and Ayesha
 Both upset, now they move excessive
 Need me a link but who can I message
 When I got ex one's doin' obsessive (how)
 Got a big back like Kim, not slim
 And you always come nice, you're good (yeah)
 But if I get a drop on them
 Then we leave that red when we ride in hoods
 Three and a half racks in Louis, I paid in cash (what)
 Fuck it, I made it back
 Big bro's plugs are bald and got a moustache
 Breaking Bad
 Had a whip, got chased in that
 So they put him on a ban, now he's takin' cabs
 Runnin' late to the stage, it's mad
 Wait one sec though, let me take this Snap
 And when I'm in Gucci textin' my stylist
 Like, I gotta make sure I fit them sizes (get that)
 Twenty-eight bags for my Day-Date
 KK under a box like AJ (boy)
 Got a spin ting, no Beyblade
 Pray they don't lock me up like Tay-K
 Bro's in the can like KA
 But I might catch me a flight, go J
 Fly boy, make a G5 look basic
 Lost count how many flights we've taken
 Done with the planes, man I need me spaceship
 Done with the waves, man I need me main chick
 Two cups, both filled up with Henny
 I'm drank up and ready, I'm finna get shelly
 Blowin' on Cali, this zobbie too smelly
 Got ash on my jacket, I'm pissed off already
 Like five in the mornin', had no sleep
 And I'm still here tryna get a hold of the weed man (brr)
 Peng tings blush when they see man
 Wanna take pics when they meet man (move)
 Told that bitch, "please, stay out the way"
 No, I ain't gonna beat but my G can
 Told that bitch, "please, stay out the way"
 No, I ain't gonna beat but my G can
 I love Chris Rich
 WhYJay
 

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Duration
02:56
Key
10
Tempo
143 BPM

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