Distant

Yeah, yeah You know who it is Ya boy, Jadakiss You know what I mean And right now I'm with MKHL Naa mean This Joint right here's called Distant This is a special Joint right here UK rapper that's living in NYC I love that shit, Real Hip Hop MK what's up baby (Ha Ha) (Stallion) Said I got distant Took every hit on my own If I missed I missed it I don't give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I'm different But I can't take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways Still lifted Mans like Leo in pen cuz the door got kicked in I was on road on a mission Can't get caught on the road with the pack cuz man's don't care bout feeding All that what you want I have it I don't wanna have your whole arc end tragic Cotching Down in the ends too many mans boxed in Knocking Mans at the door, who's knocking Hand on the grip I'm bugging I don't to talkin Robbing Calva Man a get stomped in Burning Grabba Rolling up pontiff Living I'm lawless Horus Flowing like Hopsin Guns ain't cheap so I'm starting boxing Man a man move deep, late night bopping Some mans check in Some just stop in Straight red dotting Certain ends better walk with the shank something Certain mans just offing Wanna put me in a box like office Keyboard to your head top like Wanted I don't do offers Pay me the shit or I'm dipping My niggas is spinning You boutta get finished I don't do feds They calling me Dennis I know I been a problem Fuck is a set list Said I got distant Took every hit on my own If I missed I missed it I don't give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I'm different But I can't take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways Still lifted Said I got distant Took every hit on my own If I missed I missed it I don't give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I'm different But I can't take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways Still lifted I was never let into the circle So I drew my own lines instead I was in the trap looking like Urkel (why?) Cuz I didn't wanna talk to the feds Big bands on me now, determined And I still got fire in the furnace And I don't grow trees I burn them I can throw racks, I deserve it Fuck I look like avoiding service When I was locked up days in the booth, working Can't touch shit without earning And I can move like that Cuz my pockets ain't hurting I hear them like MK who do you think you are Got a little hype now you're talking hard Man shut your mouth, I been spiting straight flames since the first spliff sparked I don't take time to explain myself Cuz you won't understand my workings You can't understand my earnings Turn 1 song into 6 incomes, but yeah, carry on serving Dick a bad bitch for the cause I was out with the gang, with the boys I was out with the loud and the Noize Yeah Said I got distant Took every hit on my own If I missed I missed it I don't give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I'm different But I can't take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways Still lifted Said I got distant Took every hit on my own If I missed I missed it I don't give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I'm different But I can't take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways Still lifted