distance

[Intro: Zhané]

Sweet taste of love

The taste of love, it fills me up

Sensation, sweet, don't—

[Verse 1: FearDorian]

Wake up, ayy, got the birds singing

Ayy, I'll get you goin' for the wrong reasons

Ayy, I'll get you gone for the right reasons (As above, so below)

Why this white bitch in the crib? She don't like the season

Uh, smoke so much dope, got my eyes bleeding

Ayy, bells in your city, bitch, been ringing

Ayy, you slide to my party, tell me who you bringing

Ayy, you slide to my crib, tell me who you bringing

Ayy, niggas plottin', ayy, niggas schemin'

Ayy, niggas said I fell off, must've been dreamin'

Ayy, you said that you called, but I didn't see it

Ayy, lil' bro got a clip and he not a streamеr

I can't be a family guy, bitch, I'm not Peter (Bitch, I'm not Pеter)

I can't be a family guy, bitch, I'm not Lois (Bitch, I'm not Brian)

When it come to paying homage, niggas owe me (Niggas owe me)

Ayy, help a nigga look for shit, but I stole it (But I stole it)

Ayy, ayy, runnin' in a fuckin' stolie (In a fuckin' stolie)

Ayy, ayy, ridin' in a fuckin' stolie (In a fuckin' stolie)

Ayy, if I wasn't sweet, that would be the old me, uh (Would be the old me)

[Verse 2: quinn]

Nigga, what you say? We've seen better days

I got better place, let's get bread today

Let's get fed today

Flippin' over pictures, tryna reminisce today

Trippin' over bitches finna land you in a grave

I should take my own advice, I will never make it right

Felt like it was every night that I was movin' out of spite

Roll a spliffy, light it right

Ain't no room up in this bitch, I won't never like a flight

Sellin' drugs pay nothin'

You see somethin', say nothin'

If you see the jakes, run

Never take a break, nah

Bring her over, slay her

She don't want to stay, fine

This shit always take time

Heard it through the grapevine, ayy

You were sellin' baseline

Put me on, big bro, tryna make my money

Do some somersaults and back flips

I hope that my engineer don't make fun of my adlibs

I hope since the telly gone, the plugs will not start taxin'

Tryna make enough to live a life of straight relaxin'

I think it's a matter of just keepin' up with traction

If we talkin' money, I hope we is only addin'

I can't be broke in a day, so I cannot be braggin'

Riskin' losin' everything when I be outside taggin'

Cargo jeans saggin'

Think I need a therapist 'cause I got hella baggage

I can't blame these bitches, I done too much of the damage

I ain't one of those niggas that let anybody manage

If they on your payroll, they should never take advantage

I could flip your whip in several states, I'm doin' damage

I could flip your whips in several, ayy

I could flip your whips in several states, I'm doin' damage