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[Intro]

Big Goyard in this bitch

Shit, the G-O, give no Y-A (On God), give no R-D (Some shit)

Gang, gang, shit, check, look

[Verse 1]

Leave a nigga bleedin', breathless in the snow like Jeremy Renner, ayy

We took all the Scars just to nurture the Simbas, uh

Superstar, so I can't do these niggas no more favors, uh

Superstar, so I can't let this bitch know she my favorite, uh

That green make 'em jumpy, that nigga be smokin' Kermit, ayy

Used to carry guilt, those materials made me worth it, ayy

Look back on my life, had to recognize that I earned it, uh

Album hit like potion, that bitch is minе if she try it, ayy

Bird ass bitch named Raven, cut hеr off like nevermore, uh

Recognize the gang and tell me who to ignore, uh

Me and slime swear we twizzy like Portuguese man o' war, uh

Won't take us a step with no blicky, siphonophore, aye

She gon' get me right with work when I'm in Liverpool

And by tomorrow night, the liquor gon' have my liver pooled

And I don't know what's in the joint, so baby, do I live or pull?

Only livin' for the night, so, mami, tell me what to do

[Chorus]

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

She know I'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it—, woah

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

She know l'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me

[Verse 2]

I was off the molly and the Maggie, I could truly fuck the world, uh

Told her friends about me, uh, that's a good referral, uh

Thousand for the sweatshirt, I ain't bookin' Earl, uh

World in my grip, l'ma press, l'ma curl, uh

Just 'cause you know killers, doesn't mean that you protected

Diplomatic with niggas, but get loud with the bitches

Snatch a nigga chain, why you got so many necklace?

Tote it with a scope so we can get the bigger picture

Used to get that ass beat, hurry up, go get the switch

Now he fuck with automatics, talkin' shit, he get the switch

We been lit for generations, homie could've been a pimp

But only time he need a MAC is when he couldn't find a blick

Big dub block like, "Fuck you talkin' 'bout?", I need it tatted on me

For the parm', we stuff it with the shells, ain't talkin' ravioli

Brothers only, if he ain't never bled, then he ain't the homie

Servin' dimes, we call that Tory Lanez, five 4's on me

[Chorus]

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

She know I'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it—, woah

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

Thirty-four hunnid miles from the hood, can't get it out of me

She know l'm a dawg, the OG's be so proud of me