Artist: Beast Coast Album: Escape From New York Song: Distance Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Joey Bada$$] Yeah Uh, huh Ain't know my mind Nigga like van if he starting with me My niggas still going hard in these streets Triple six nigga, they marketing beats I am not my potential, I'm feeling the least (Sheesh) I put that bitch on a leash (Leash) Hit the motel, they deceased (Deceased) No let mercy on my enemy (Enemy) Know I make it by any means (By any means) Know I won't fuck like I ain't copped me no cleats (Cleats) Pull my dick out, let her drop on the leash (Leash) Pop with me, double that's beef (Beef) I do not know who they want me to be All of my chains and I'm feeling so free I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah) Tell me what they really know about me I don't think they really know anything How you not fucked up? You woke up to beast Everywhere I go, we force Bentley's We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah) Every last one of my niggas gon' eat [Kirk Knight] She tryna fuck, make her knock her knees Can't hear you talk, I speak Wop-anese Rapping to work, I'ma cop a key Smoke out the v, tryna dodge police Nigga been stuck in his ways Bill Belichick, how I'm calling out plays Causing a rec, hope I don't catch a case Watch how you step, my niggas will spray G-Macking, keep the heat up packing (Huh?) C-statik, keep the reach slumming (Uh, huh) Squeeze-matic, see a team napping (Uh, huh) Wreack havoc, none of my niggas capping, that's a fact Nigga been lit, I've been knocking out hoes Rolling this tip, I'ma blow me a zone Toolie is playing, you got to go Don't fuck with niggas, just leave me alone [Joey Bada$$] All of my chains and I'm feeling so free I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah) Tell me what they really know about me I don't think they really know anything (Woo, woo) How you not fucked up? You woke up to beast Everywhere I go, we force Bentley's We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah) Every last one of my niggas gon' eat [Nyck Caution] I'ma need more than a twenty at least Grew from the slums, now we repping the Beast (Woo) She got the cake, so I'm taking a piece Made no mistake, I can play but not preach Woke up a G, I put teams in the gang Blessing the Karma, to build up my name Blood on the rival, enduring the pain Or why hibachis in Europe, they train us Too many rappers and not enough painters Free up the Dal, my palette like moaning No one can stop me, I'm too stubborn to her Only get down when I'm stuck in the groove Wipe myself down and I'm busting a move Gold is evident, ice on the tooth In the meantime, I got nothing to prove Why they know Hootie with nothing to lose? (Errt, Errt) Lose (Errt, Errt) Lose (Errt, Errt)