Distance (Feat. Ghostface Killah & Conway the Machine) ft. Conway the Machine & Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Distance"

(feat. Conway The Machine & Ghostface Killah)

Ooh, y'all got me fucked up, ooh, y'all got me fucked up

Hahaha, for real, hahaha

CHOMP 2, Alchemist beat, classic shit only

My name is tatted on titties and asses

'Cause I got a cult followin' like Indian Netflix

My passion took me past the pessimist, cash benifits

First class Emirates, impact megalithe

Set in stone, went in Rome, I'ma do it rockstars

Got accustomed to skippin' customs, what's up?

Haters sayin', "Fuck Russ", women tryna fuck Russ

Y'all streams ain't really bees, I don't trust buzz

I'm your dream girl screen saver, kill the pussy, cremated

You can't believe it, yeah, I T-Pained you

I live music, think big, yeah, I see major

Cross the line, you in extreme danger

I ain't playin' peacemaker

My appearance makes me seem safer

Not for real though

I've accepted apologies that I'm still owed

Lotta perks since I pop no pills though

Ran up another mill', ho, gracefully

Things don't fall apart, they fall in place for me

Gain so much money, I ain't chasin' it, it's chasin' me

It's just one thing that's got me trippin' like Amerie

Treat me like I'm regular but fuck me like I'm famous, please

Someone send this set of depressure of bein' president

Fuck it though life is better rich, I don't think I should question it

Rebel against the record biz', it's what I represent

'Cause they gon' give you crumbs of your bread and call it benevolence

Strange like ballet tricks

On the Billboard charts and on the best-seller list

Make the head spins like an exorcist

I put the M's before my X like Mexican

Then I can invest, send a love Lee Stafford did

It's all about intelligence, movin' Mount Everest

Without ever sweatin', it's elegance but

Struggle or success, which one are y'all choosin'?

'Cause y'all hate me when I'm winnin'

But root for me when I'm losin', it's confusin' (For real)

[Russ (Conway the Machine):]

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me (Yeah)

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

[Conway The Machine:]

Look

I was the nigga that they counted out

Now I'm the nigga niggas countin' on when they down and out

They so opiniated but can't go on the stash and pull a thousand out

I let this water on my neck drown 'em out

I show love to niggas that I was never shown

Continuously I'm reppin' home and I ain't never home

Momma did drugs, grandfather needed Methadone

Took that chip off my shoulder, used it for a step in stone

Mind sick, ain't no prescription that can help me

You broke but always got your two cents, fuck you gon' tell me?

Thinkin' all the shit I did, so some days I feel weak

Feelin' like I'm Tony when talkin' to doctor Melfi (Talk to 'em)

And bein' woke the new trend, so the sales speak

Went to the protests, just to get a selfie

To put it on your pages, post it for the likes

Yo, you a star, you supposed to give us light

Them niggas stream well but mostly over hype

Them numbers lookin' funny when you hold 'em up closer to the light

Machine, you know who did it best, you know who did it right

I sold a brick of white

Smoked a nigga twice, you know I spit my life (Ooh)

And all my shit is nice, we not the same, you never did nothin'

Smack his phone out his hand, now nigga spit somethin'

Joke about my face but your bitch love it

Made six hunnid this month alone, now they get to just love it

Machine

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

I went the distance without their assistance

Now they're mad they missed on me

Through the resistance, label me a mischief

Now they're mad they missed on me

[Ghostface Killah:]

Yeah, yo, uh

Rollin' through Vegas under blindin' lights

You niggas run up on me like I'm [?]

Sippin' Macchiato, Starbucks, pinky ring

See the heat steamin' out the large cup

Furry white hat (Yeah)

Under my wing is a yellow bag

Tiffany deuce deuces

We about our chicken, we ain't worried 'bout your roosters

Every bitch, I get 'em like, "Nigga, that's my new shit", no cap

Guatemala, the powder is hard to follow

We up in chase, stowing numbers like custom model

With just a [?], then escape the Cabo, town

Got a hunnid square, speedin' like new Cerrados

Yeah, uh, death to the dickriders

Death to the perpetrators left with a dick inside 'em

Fake love niggas give opinions with a complex

Thinkin' they can view you through a lens but got the wrong specs

Death or two, that's what I saw before the decimals

Now I'm in a place where niggas fight to stay next to you

My soul can't be sold or stole

Peace be upon the prophet Mohammed, I embrace what he told

They say I couldn't do what I done it and got to it

So much money and I ain't even Jewish

Meet the team [?], we stay jumpin' out the newest