So Far To Go

[Hook] So far to go We gotta keep on pushing, come on [Verse 1 - Trae] I'm on a neverending vacation Until my tires go flat Or everything fucked up and gonna fall Off track. Picture me like a Kodak Re-up, nigga, they know that Dealing like I ain't got shit Work in back of a throwback I'm cold up in this hallway Hustling out it all day Trying to get this money And that Audi 8 in all grey Haters say it's over but You can tell them I'm busy Professor with the ? ? with a Smith & Wesson Trying to make it to the top 100,000 miles away Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to Fly cage. Pedal to the floor, I don't know Where I'm headed, but I know if I'm headed Somewhere that ain't for me, then you can get it Business from losing folk, sick is from insane Tell em I'm coming for it, stomach's the same thing Nothing like a lose, I knew I was here to win Fuck em if they close the door, knock light, I'm coming in [Hook] So far to go I gotta make it though I'm from the bottom but I still try Feeling like there ain't a chance but I still try The streets is all I know But still I got so far to go [Verse 2 - Meek Mill] I used to play the corner with a 40 on my hip Hanging in my ? how I'm gonna get up out this bitch Coppers trippin, I admit it I was dirty as a broom I used to take it in the crib and write my raps up in the room Trying to chase a dream, who though that I'd be cover Of these magazines? Fresh from a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline I went to BET from running around with Mack machines Busting shots and ducking shots with killers right in back of me I never had a choice, I never really spoke a lot I never had a voice until I started making noise I went from running with my boys to crushing niggas round the world Them bitches used to turn me down but now I'm fucking all them girls, yeah. I'm from a city where these Young'uns doomed. I was upset my father died I turned ?. Forever killed it, I was ? So I retract ? [Hook] So far to go I gotta make it though I'm from the bottom but I still try Feeling like there ain't a chance but I still try The streets is all I know But still I got so far to go [Verse 3 - Pusha T] Even with the magazine covers and the articles I still got so far to go 9th-degree black belt in the Art of Blow Cook pot and a spoon in my arsenal School of Hard Knocks, made the honor roll 7 grams to a key, I was on a roll Haters couldn't stand it, I took it for granted Misplaced a bag of money and didn't panic Yeah, on my road to the riches Baby-blue diamonds and them hot yellow bitches You can't cancel our Christmas Italian roadsters, high yellow stitching Yeah, what the fuck is y'all pitching? Hall of Fame with the O's, Cal Ripken My hands still in the snow like mittens Got my weight belt on: power-lifting [Hook] So far to go I gotta make it though I'm from the bottom but I still try Feeling like there ain't a chance but I still try The streets is all I know But still I got so far to go