Mile Away

Lyrics

[Chorus: Clyde Carson] In the middle of the fake shit Real niggas poke out You can see me from a mile away [x2] [Verse 1: Clyde Carson] In the middle of the fake shit Real niggas poke out You can see me from a mile away Yeah, we holler with that dope out All my niggas got the same dreams Get money, live big And she trashy if she drop me off Now it's foggie, cause I got a Benz Racks by the park, bitch All my niggas had to blow No love for a park bitch Hittin' donuts by the liquor store Ain't no more goin' five on the weed Just 'fo me, I need at least a o.z Goin hard in the paint, O.G I'mma get it how I live homie, nigga [Chorus: Clyde Carson] In the middle of the fake shit Real niggas poke out You can see me from a mile away [x2] [Verse 2: Master P] Cartoon niggas, yeah, we call em Bruce Wayne Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames Nigga run, who blame go bang bang All gold everything, call it Trinidad Two bad bitches wit me, yeah, I'm into that Got a car chopped up, where the ceilin' at Got the rap game doped up, feelin' that Me and Clyde Carson on this bitch, killin' that Hating niggas tell a motherfucka how I am From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders Nigga giant on these little niggas RIP Mac Dre, cups from my real niggas And my 2K shades, call 'em E-40 Bitches get up and the ghost gon get naughty We don't play checkers nigga we play chess When it comes to the street shit, I'm the best [Chorus: Clyde Carson] In the middle of the fake shit Real niggas poke out You can see me from a mile away [x2] [Verse 3: Clyde Carson] Outta town, got the price up Now I got a fat house Everyday I see a golf course Neighbors waving when I'm in and out Got a view from the third floor Fireplace in the backyard Hall of famers livin' next door All my goons got a [?] Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz Atlantic City, New York by my ends Set the bar , we don't neva follow trends Consider how she put the world in my hands I just wanna smash when the stacks up So I can feel good when the rent due You can miss me wit the bullshit Gettin money what I'm into [Chorus: Clyde Carson] In the middle of the fake shit Real niggas poke out You can see me from a mile away [x2]